Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

Sorin struggles briefly to not flinch away as she leans into him. Soon enough though, he leans slightly into her as well. The feeling of being so close is oddly comforting, but the shadow doesn't think much of it. She then speaks of the stars, and Sorin is again reminded of his last encounter, when the stars had driven him away. He steals his nerves for a moment, not wanting to lose control as he almost did last time.

"My mentor said much the same. He said each star was an ancestor, a guide, a silent guardian and that all great warriors lived among them. That from those who have fallen, I can draw strength." He turned his gaze skyward as he spoke, as if searching for Viggo. He knew it was foolish, that he could not pick out one star, one spirit, among millions, but it gave him a measure of comfort nonetheless, that his mentor watched over him. Although, it was comfort filled with sadness as well. He had failed to hold Viggo's pack together after Bane, had failed to stay true to Viggo's ideals of being open. He sighed deeply, his gaze turning terribly solem as he watched the stars shine overhead.

"I'm sorry,"