Silver Moraine you were one of those classic ones

The ink of his fur bled into the wind as the distance was closed between the pair, white fur striking against his black - opposites, at least to the eye, but were they really? How different were their sullen gazes, how much did their hearts contrast? The mist was fading in her mind, clouds parting as memories tipped and spilt like a half empty glass, breaths mingling in the cool breeze. Yes, she knew who this was. The eyes, of a wintry blue, had not been forgotten, simply covered by the troubles that her head begged to pain her with. "Cry."

The name rolled off her tongue, a whisper that pooled into the air with a puff of grey billowing from her lips. The Isikkaneq observed the man almost sadly, yet her gaze had warmed a touch despite their proximity - her wolves, they had abandoned her, but had she not abandoned them too? Had she not fled from the Bypass just as they did? In silence they remained, for the eruna found that words escaped her and instead all she could do was eye the assassin with conflicted orbs of blue; at least in their depths was hints of joy, buried amongst all the sadness her body was plagued with. At least he was not dead, lost like all seemed to be. Lost, like all she loved.

The desicion he begged for her to make was fruitless - she had forgiven him the moment she had pieced together the memories, placing him amongst her thoughts as he had once been. The ghost had no time to hold grudges, for many came and went and left her in the dust; perhaps it was where she truly belonged, after all. If he was to betray her, so be it. Gwen did not blame him for it.