The Heartwood I'm no superman

He was then, lost. Lost like Ying was lost though for him it was more of a struggle within himself it seemed. Vallkyrie's lips pulled back, forming a tight line. Her tail droops, unable a moment of what she should say to that.

Its hard to pull yourself together sometimes, when all your plans and efforts crumble. Her words, she knew, would not comfort him. Though maybe he could at least know that someone else understood him. She wanted to ask how he blew it, but instead... What purpose are you looking for?