I am not the man you thought I was

“I have to get out!” she yelled, begging, pleading with her husband to understand. Why did he keep her here, locked in the darkness? There were eyes in the wall. Didn’t he understand? Didn’t he see them? He was trying to reason with her. His voice giving her something to hold onto in the darkness. She would have argued with him all day, if it just meant she could hear his voice a little longer.

So when it fell silent, she perked up her head, frowning. It was then she realised the door was ajar. A small bit of light bleed in, and she heard Eligos’s voice, muffled. Then Pyr spoke, pain and confusion lacing his words. Almost more afraid of what lay outside now then in, she crept forward. She poked her head around the corner, and her eyes fell upon Dante. She let out a soft, keening cry of pain. “No, no!” this was a hallucination. A delusion. This could not be true. She threw herself out the cracked door, and collapsed at Eligos’s feet. Her paws reaching for Dante. “No, no. my girl, my baby girl.”