Stone Circle No time

He didn't care. He didn't care about the screams, and how Astrid made despicable noises over his body, disturbing his rest. He did not care, god forbid, that Gunnar's exhaustion showed at large. It wasn't his fault. Gunnar made his decision. Bonnie warned him enough. There was no peace. There was no aid to a seeping wound. Astrid may have now felt like tar was enveloping her body, but long had Bonnie felt tar constricting his head until his brain was close to a slick pop.

He heard mumbling. He didn't care.
Gunnar was fine. They could quit their sobs. It wasn't his problem. It was frankly pathetic.

Was all he could try and tell himself as he turned away and left, with a mind too destructed to conjure a thought to begin with.

I'm sorry.