Cricket Creek Bog i.xi : who was ground down in the end

Colt breathed as she spoke, closing his eyes.  In that moment, he felt his age; all of almost 6 years of life fell on his shoulders, and he sat, shaking.  What a fuckin night.  She was alive, and even with that, all he felt was hollow.

"I don't care about them.  I never did."  He said, tired.  He'd fought them, sure, but even then, he'd been torn.  He'd met one of them once, befriended them almost, climbing the cliffs.  They had the right to choose to be left alone.  He just wanted Ceara back.

"Can you show me where?"  It was a longshot, and he wouldn't force her.  He couldn't really, and he'd had his fill of fighting tonight.