Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

The battle ignored, Memory glared stubbornly up at Valour, pride more wounded than his body. 
Valour's words stung. 
"Do I look like a broodbitch? Until they are old enough to walk, talk, and fight they are their parents responsibility. I don't see anyone asking the bitch that whelped them, or Serem for that matter, how they wandered off." It was a lame excuse and he knew it. How had he managed to fail so badly? How had he managed to dissapoint literally everyone he admired or respected? 
he sagged, tail tucked, defeated. "You try being blind in one eye because a pup lost his mind and tried to rip your face off. You try having to hold yourself back every battle because every time you fight you hear voices and all you can see is the blood at your paws, and a demon in your face telling you one day you'll drown in it!" Even as valour moved he stayed there, prone, and for the first time in his life completely vulnerable. 
"I'm terrified of being useless because my whole life I've only had one use. And now...now I can't..." Words failed him and he fought to blink back tears. "I was brilliant, out there. You would have been amazed. But when Nix...I swear there was something supernatural about him. And when he left me for dead...that power went with him."