Mount Apikuni 'cause loving and hating are one and the same

Taikon was asleep in a mess of his own tears atop Takiyok when Zephyr returned with a prize. He had spent the time worrying, scared, wanting to go get the beautiful damsel and bring her back to safety. He knew that she needed space from him. Takiyok had left because she needed space. During the time Zephyr was gone, Taikon attacked himself, blaming himself for everything bad that had happened. Everyone had died or otherwise suffered terrible consequences because of him. Sleep had stolen him from his anguish, just briefly.
When he looked up from Taki, there was the beautiful, icy goddess, a goat in tow. Taikon's face was puffy from weeping. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot. Y-you're amazing, he said, inhaling sharply through his nose to clear some old snot. Then, he blinked and saw red. He stood up from Taki immediately, flying to Zephyr. You're bleeding again, lay down. Rest, he pleads, his spirit torn apart by two women he cares about in pain. He blames himself.
For all of it.