Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Couldn't. Out of some misguided morality that forced everything alive to keep living. And thus he was condemned to this slow death instead, where every breath was a reminder that he remained where his sister was not. Every heartbeat was one he did not deserve, because he had not been there to fight for her, to watch her back. She had not asked him to come, and now she had gone where he could never reach. Not while he was still living.
If this could indeed be called life.
He did not reply. Didn't respond to her hands; like a puppet he was moved around, that bundle of furs tucked in behind his head. It made no difference; just like her staring down at him made no difference. He gazed back, but still didn't see her. If there was a challenge, he didn't rise up to it.
There just wasn't any fight left in him. It had bled out on the Tundra, left behind in a pool of crimson just beyond the Citadel gates.
Denied the chance to avenge his last remaining family member, he was clean out of reasons to keep trying.
If this could indeed be called life.
He did not reply. Didn't respond to her hands; like a puppet he was moved around, that bundle of furs tucked in behind his head. It made no difference; just like her staring down at him made no difference. He gazed back, but still didn't see her. If there was a challenge, he didn't rise up to it.
There just wasn't any fight left in him. It had bled out on the Tundra, left behind in a pool of crimson just beyond the Citadel gates.
Denied the chance to avenge his last remaining family member, he was clean out of reasons to keep trying.
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
