Stone Circle i get so worried; i get so low

It's late, and he can't sleep. He blames it on a number of things; it's the biting cold, it's the newness of the place, it's the intermittent insomnia that has always been natural to him.
If he's honest with himself (he rarely is), he's thinking about Zamael. He wonders where he is — he wonders if he's even still alive. He wonders what he'll tell him, if he ever sees him again.
He trails along the outskirts of the territory, leaving his mark here and there as he halfheartedly patrols under the heavy cloak of night. It's an easy routine to fall into, even if the route feels alien and slightly unwelcoming to him; it's just not Broken Boulder. He glances skyward every so often, stealing glimpses at the starlit sky as he walks — the only connection he has anymore to those he'd loved. They'll always be under the same sky, at least; he can live with that.