Calm my Anxious Mind

He was returning home. Though he didn't return feeling like he had won a victory. His heart was still heavy, the pain of loss washing over him as he left Elias' still body under the ground. He would give him no sick cannibalistic ritual like the Ruina demons demanded. No burning. No ceremony for his death. Just a hole to lie in, and rot away. Forgotten...as things often were when time went on. He had washed himself clean of his brothers blood before returning to Winterfell, though his stoic demeanor remained. He couldn't deny that taking his brothers life hurt him. And while he thought he didn't have any emotion left for his demonic brother, he wasn't quite prepared with how wrong he'd been. He wouldn't regret his action, however. If anything, he still felt like he had shown Elias mercy by killing him. At least now he wouldn't suffer...and neither would anyone else.

As soon as he stepped across the border, his foxes went off to go do some hunting while he headed to his den. Except he didn't quite make it before he caught sight of Actaea pacing around hers. He paused for a moment and watched her. He knew she was worried about him. That he might not return. He quietly walked towards her and stopped a few feet away, but said nothing. He was still wrapped up in his own emotions, and wasn't quite sure what to say right now. He didn't have to say anything though...his presence meant that the deed was done and over with.

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