Everybody wants something from me now

She was broken, as broken as he was. He looked sadly at the wolf whose protection had been his one sole duty in life for long. His childhood friend, the wolf he had almost given his life for. The wolf he had hurt, and helped to tear apart well he sought individualism. When he sought to make something. It should never have come at the price of her happiness.

The never ending cycle of loss

Deathbelle had only ever wanted to love, and somehow the world just kept throwing her punches. He thought of Zee, he thought of Archon. She had managed to live through it. Proving what he already knew - she was stronger then he was. Tears welled in his eyes, and he blinked them away. The Warlord never used to be teary. Turned out losing the love of your life changed you.

“....I don’t know what to say” Sorry had never been enough, and wouldn’t help her now. He couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t add more to her losses, he couldn’t share his grief.

"Speech"