Pull Me Under

Destruction nodded her head slowly to his statement. It seemed that way for her as well, though she was sure that the circumstances that the two were different. Still it felt as if every time she found a place in the world it got snatched away . First there was the assassin pack... there had been order among them, at least until their leader died. It was a shame, though looking back Destruction was glad that, at least that, had changed. Death was still a familiar thing, but it was not one that should happen as frequently as it did in the old days. Lives were worth so much more, especially when it came down to their loyalties. The dark woman shook her head with a sigh.

"I'm sure that you'll find the right way someday, Bane. Life is not an easy journey to walk on, but none the less you must find the strength to keep walking." The femme looked to Dilinger once more, her heart sinking back into her chest. Death was yet another journey. A foreign journey that she knew one day even she would have to face. Before long the final step in Dilinger's body's travels came to a stop. The burial grounds stretched on in front of them, and Destruction merely hung to the side as Bane dug the grave, a far off look in her eyes as she remembered happy days she shared with her son.

A good bit of time passed before Destruction looked to Bane again. He was standing over the grave, the deed done. The dark woman nodded to herself before padding next to Bane and giving a comforting bump to his shoulder. "He's at peace now." Destruction took a couple steps back, looking at Bane with a serious, yet somewhat gentler gaze. "I believe that Dilinger's death... and our meeting again today... is a sign that it is time to put the past to rest as well, Bane." Destruction offered a small smile, waiting to see how the male would take her offer.