Swiftcurrent Creek too late; i'm coming undone

He laughed again--without humor, certainly, a dry and manic sound. Isn't it, though, Arric? I was never there. For any of them. I was too busy trying to fix everything when everything else would fall through the cracks in my absence.

He scoffed. He wanted to weep. Eshe's presence and insistence prevented this for the moment and while he pressed his muzzle to the plush of her nape, his eyes would seek out Arric. He didn't deserve either of them, in this moment. Silver left with a pack of strangers. She hates me so much she wouldn't even... he couldn't. The bile in his mouth was thick.

And Wren. Wren is.... Wren was probably destroyed, after it all. What else was there to say?

He lifted a paw' swiping away the dried blood from his brow, eyes itlntent on Eshe. Still have that fermented fruit kicking around? He wanted to be obliterated. He needed to be away from this moment.