Whitefish River I'm gonna getcha

No, it's not. I'm sorry. It took everything for him not to openly weep for the young lady, with a life cut so brutally short in one of life's most cruel ways. Her fate was sealed, the distance between herself and anyone was of the utmost importance for everyone else's safety as her own fate was already decided. Go in peace. He didn't hate her, and the youngster was already in immeasurable pain, he gave his farewells with the most respect he could give her, thankful for the decision to leave.

Turning this attention onto the dark woman, eyes filled with remorse. I'm sorry Moonshadow, it had to be done. Do you want to talk? He couldn't imagine either of their pain, all he could do was try to ease it in any way he could without risking another life.