Rhythm had helped him out of the battlefield and they'd called the rest of his family, Isolde would hopefully be on her way shortly with the children but to be completely honest he wasn't sure if he could face them. He was indeed more ashamed than he'd ever been in his life, furious too but very much too broken to really let that rage take over as it usually did. "You'd better return to the bastard." Was all he could mutter, gaze not even lifting to look to Rhythm. She intended to heal his wounds, not that Soliloquy was interested in such an offer nor even sure that he wanted her help at all. There was no helping him now.
She still didn't know what to think, but she knew that she had to help Soliloquy. He'd begrudgingly taken her help, leaning on her as they left the battlefield and called for Isolde and their children. He'd freed them from Imperium, but at what cost? The price seemed high now, but even as she watched the pale male she knew he'd lost more than just what was physical. They'd slowed now, she just wanted to get him somewhere safe and quiet so she could tend to his wounds. She has half amazed that he hadn't bled himself to unconsciousness yet. Thankfully though he'd keep her mind mostly on him, she was so focused on him she didn't have to think about the fact that Valentine, a wolf that meant more to her than she'd have ever wanted to admit, had done this. "You'd better return to the bastard." Her ears would slick to her head as she nosed at his shoulder. No amount of apology could fix this. "I need to help you." Was all she would say, and she wasn't about to leave his side. She didn't know if she could go back to Imperium right now.
It was certainly tempting to give into the pain and blood loss, simply allow himself to slip away into unconsciousness. Even if he there was little he could do to help them though he had to at least make sure Isolde and the children were out of Imperium, ensure they got far away before Valentine attempted to harm them as well. There were mixed feelings though, he certainly wished he could do such a thing without seeing any of them, truth be told though he had been desperate to see Shakespeare, Caesar and Colette again, at this moment in time he also dreaded facing them.
"No you don't." He stated bluntly. Though he couldn't understand why Rhythm was in Imperium he knew she ought to head back there if she planned on staying. He knew little about her relationship with Valentine though knew the man wasn't likely to take kindly to her helping him at all. He didn't want the help either, certainly not if it would get her into any trouble but mainly because he craved solitude now.
She didn't comprehend what could be going through his mind, she didn't even know what was going through her own. At that moment she would have enjoyed just slipping away and pretending this day had never happened, but here Soliloquy his life completely changed forever. He hadn't shoved her away, not that he had the strength to, but he was obvious in sharing his feelings with her. He didn't want her help, and she wondered if he would even want to see the family he had sacrificed so much for. "Sol, if I don't see to it now you could get an infection and everything will just be worse. You could lose your life if you let that happen." Her voice was desperate as she begged him quietly. "I'll be quick i promise."
Soliloquy drastically wished to escape from this moment. It surely couldn't be real could it? It was though, shamefully he knew that sickening fact that this nightmare was a reality and one he could never escape from. His life was lost already now in his eyes, there was no saving it or piecing back together what remnants he had left. He had failed, the family may have all been free again now but he had still failed and there would never be any coming back from this one. Rhythm could try, could chatter on and use her herbs to save him but there was little left to save. Words would fail him now too, there was no point in those either; in the same way he'd accepted his fate, Rhythm was determined to help him in some way. He'd pretend to be grateful or at least wouldn't bother arguing but her efforts would truly be in vain from here.
