Dragoncrest Cliffs the first casualty of war is innocence

He used to love the cliffs, but now they made him sick. They reminded him of all Drageda had lost--and his own failings to prevent that loss. He could have stopped her, said his delusional, grieving mind. He could have brought her back from the abyss. But he'd been distracted elsewhere, and now Antumbra was dead.

Vercingetorix passed by, intending on getting the fuck away quickly as possible, but stopped when he saw Blodreina near the edge. Driven by curiosity and a primal, irrational fear that she would go plummeting down as well, he entered her peripheral vision and gave a chuff, sitting off to her side a few paces away.

Hei, he greeted, stomach flipping as he stared over the edge, toward the waves. He, too, seethed quietly, with the anger of guilt and grief, and the feeling that he should have been the one to die, instead.

hope you don't mind me! He can fuck off if Bobby jumps in, too :D