Underneath The Bridge

There was a part of Scylla that was resentful, hateful, estranged. He could feel it. Just an energy about her when she mentioned her and Albion weren’t as they were, it hurt him. Had he hurt her too? He felt guilty that he had left on this faux mission for some unneeded time to himself. He was looking for Fiametta, but there was a sort of selfishness going to Auster. If he would have at least brought Scylla with him, none of this would have happened.

He didn’t know the roots of the situation. A part of him wanted to hurt Saracyn for reasons he didn’t know. He’d probably be more inclined if he could see through Scylla’s mind. He just had to believe everything was meant to be this way. He was here for her now but that wasn’t enough for him. How could he make it right.

He didn’t say much, he wasn’t really one for words next to Albion. Especially while his thoughts were running a mile a minute. He didn’t move a muscle as Scylla ringed around his paw, stating just the same he felt. Quickly he was reaching around to pull her into him, his chin over her shoulder, "I’ve missed you too." he didn’t know what the future would hold next. He felt like he would at least have to regroup with Albion but the answer must have been short. They would have to be here with Scylla. "I’m here now." he mustered out in a low tone. It would be hard to leave her again.

"Cerberus"