There's No Mercy

Summer should have been a time of relaxing and jubilation, of savoring the return of warm weather and the retreat of winter's cold winds. Áskell couldn't feel much of anything any more. His memory had returned and he honestly wished it hadn't. For a few nights it was sorrow, rage, and remorse in volume's he could not handle and then drop by drop, after every tear had been wrung from his body was empty exhaustion. He felt hollow. Áskell withdrew from Tojo, avoiding his pack mates in favor of performing endless solitary patrols. Despite Ari's best efforts, nothing the macaque did seemed to bring Áskell back to senses. He took joy in nothing, simply moved along monotonously as he felt he was expected to. He had no sense of future, his mind always drifting back to the past. To his father's corpse, and the empty space his brother had once occupied.