Blackfeather Woods He's the one who left home; I'm the one who stayed

a gaunt face emerged from the bush. cormorant took in a sharp breath, at once startled and agitated by the sight. another fucking invalid. and like before, he felt inexplicably compelled to help. this time, though, the feeling was closer to guilt than he remembered. perhaps it was a sign.

you look like you could use some help, cormorant ventured gently, remembering sequoia's guarded response. he knew then that he was trying to save ghosts. he was searching for redemption in the flesh and blood of the living, knowing well that all hope of it had rotted away with the corpses of those he'd betrayed. and that sucked. unfortunately, knowing that didn't stop him. no strings attached.