Ravenshook Cliffs stage 4: depression (m)

Titmouse didn't look anywhere else, just down at the dark ledge that met the sea. He felt it rumbling beneath. He thought he could see her in the periphery of his good eye, and was afraid to look; afraid and tired, really. She said what he imagined she would say. It was almost a comfort.

I shoulda let 'em kill me. A childish sniffle came from him then. Blinking through tears, although that clarified nothing.

So many times. So, so many times. But I'm still -- silence came to him as his tongue became weighted, and he couldn't finish. Weeping. Wishing to be free of the pain of it all. Why was he still here? Obviously the universe didn't care for him.

It had wanted Titmouse from the start. Then it wanted to devote Screech. He'd been safe for a while when he'd fully dissociated as the Body, but — Mou, finally. The happiest he had been. Still, he was shattered.

I... I died here, once. He remembered bits and pieces: Towhee throwing him over the edge, and Undersea. Maybe, a breath, maybe it's where I'm meant to be.