Ghosts of the Past

The man who showed up was not Allen Walker, but merely a shell of the strong man he once knew. He looked broken and torn apart, coat matted and dirty, looking like he hadn't slept in weeks. He was stunned into silence, any anger that he was still carrying with him slipped away in an instant. His old friend spoke, saying that he was right and that he should have listened to him. Ears were flat against his head as he shuffled on his paws, everything that he was going to say just melting away. He didn't know what to do, and felt awkward standing here now. Allen didn't even look up to meet his gaze. And then Bass didn't care about the borders. He stepped across slowly, timidly closing the gap between the two men. His nose stretched out to touch Allen's cheek, before he pushed himself forward all the way, trying to curl his neck around his. "We both made a mistake." He said softly, before falling silent. Nothing else left his mouth as he just stood there, seeking to comfort one of his oldest and dearest friends.

"Speech"
'thoughts'