Moonspear uneasy hearts weigh the most

Arcturus was still missing, and Dacio was dead; everything had gone terribly wrong. Life had made a turn for the worse recently, changing the young man's perspective; Moonspear had become an increasing source of anxiety. Although he fared psychically, his mentality suffered. He was consumed by grief, concern, and guilt—nothing was able to distract him. 

Today was much like the preceding days; Osiris had slept late and had only left the den once the sun was at its apex. Bleary-eyed, the young man ambled towards the nearest waterway, looking to satiate his thirst. 

"Dacio would still be alive if it weren't for you," was Osiris' first intrusive thought of the day. He huffed sadly to himself, acknowledging the idea, and continued down the rocky pathway.