abandoned by their lords

Björn's back and shoulders ache. His head aches. His heart aches, though he won't admit it. The connection he'd once felt to his father dissolved and gone, replaced by only bitterness. A horrifying bitterness that lives in the boy's chest, that grips him from the core on through. It's that grip which will destroy him, eventually.

That will destroy him if he lets it.

Coping mechanisms are difficult, but he's... more difficult. Nothing if not tough, he'd drag himself to the Battlefield and scrape for an opponent. For the love of fuck, give Björn something that will make him feel. Anything to feel alive.

"Björn"