Witch's Marsh Death doesn't let you say goodbye

The cold had never bothered him before, it was easy to shove the feeling away, and hide away the discomfort among his thick fur. No, the cold never bothered him. His mother used to say, that he didn’t fear the cold because nothing compared to the frozen abyss within his own heart. He hadn’t put much thought into it at the time, but now… now he had the time to think.

Thoughts haunted him at all hours of the day, whether he slept of not. The what ifs tormented his waking hours and could have been disturbed his sleeping ones. The ghosts of his past haunted him, following him wherever he went. Shivali, Takiyok, Uki, @Nanook, he had let them all down, and all that was left was his immense guilt, threatening to crush him. It had been months since he had last encountered anyone, aside from the woman in the wood a few days ago. Siarut allowed his loneliness to consume him, this was his punishment. There was no redemption for him, there was no way out. This was his purgatory.