all that was me, is gone

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "It is their time," Ludo said softly, glancing up at Remi as if he might well know what the answer to his question was. A vulture was an accurate description of the hawk circling overhead, but for what Ludo had in mind, Remi might wish to take a different shape. "End it quickly and they do not suffer. Draw it out and they step through the veil in a wash of fear and panic, and no number of happy memories can take away from the struggle of trying to take a breath that will not come."