Daddy, it's all my fault

Voltage was prepared for nothing and everything. Grief was a torrent in the sea, a strong wave crashing upon the shore, flooding everything in sight. It was the shock of denial, anger of fire. It was the icy realization, and the soothing touch of acceptance. It was learning to live with it, and learning to accept it, despite how unimageable it was. He couldn't begin to understand what she was feeling, but he desired to none the less. It was his job in this life to shelter his loved ones, and help them through the throes of life, despite his own pain and his own agony. He was last in the world, he and Glacier had taken a vow to stand to the sides. Protectors, unyielding and unmoving as their family experianced life. And now...he had lost a daughter, perhaps forever, but it was Current's pain that mattered. They would get through this, or so help him.

When she spat her accusing words, his ears would fall back and he'd slowly lift his muzzle from her back. He felt bile and acid rise in his throat, and he had to swallow against it. "You're right.." He choked softly, looking down at the ground. "I killed her, baby girl, if she truley is dead. It is my fault the ocean stole her away, nearly stole both of you." It had been his greatest fear, his worst nightmare since they had moved to the ocean. And then he'd pause, looking at her with tear filled eyes. "She is not dead." He whispered, perhaps stubbornly. "We will find her, Current...and when we do, we need to be alright. Do you want her to see you this upset when she gets back? You know..sh-she'll make fun of you." He whispered, hoping to try and help Current that way. Illie wouldn't want her like this. Never. "She wouldn't let you drown..." He whispered softly, trying to reach out for his daughter again, to pull her into his embrace. He needed it, needed her warmth. "Forgive me, sweetheart. Please, one day...Please forgive me.." He whispered with his broken heart, his voice tight as a tear slipped down his cheek.

"Burn Baby Burn"