Some things can't be forgiven

An older, deeper part of his history answered his call. One that came from the very roots of his beginning. One he had been charged with protecting, and ultimately failed. Perhaps, in fact, the biggest failure of his life.


He watched her form solidify in the shadows and mist. Her form taking strength from the nothingness around her. She looked… even more remarkable than he remembered. She seemed to glow in a way she had not for many, many years.


He found hinself looking at the first wolf he had loved, eyes filled with an old sorrow. Too much history, too much regret. What did one even say when faced with a history such as this? “Have you come to Shepard me into the afterlife, then?” He asked her softly. Deflection, it seemed, was a skill the old Warlord had mastered.