It Hurts So Much

Loccian moved away from him, a growl slipping past her lips as she confirmed her words. Octavian was gone. Pontifex was numb. He'd never considered his brother dying. It was just something that had never crossed his mind. Why? Why Octavian? He'd been the best out of all of them. How could he be the first one to meet his end? It just wasn't right.

He grey gaze flickered over to him, fixing on something just beyond him. But he couldn't muster the force to try and figure out what she was looking at. His golden gaze was rooted to his sister, watching as the crystalline tears slipped down her cheeks, her angry voice echoing in his ears. He's gone Pontifex... Octavian is gone forever. His brother had gone and the grey/black brute had been absent. He hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye. Would Octavian have wanted to say goodbye to the bastard of his brother Pontifex? Limbs folded beneath the massive brute as he slowly sat, stupidly staring at Loccian as the meaning of her words slowly sunk in. Octavian's gone.... He murmered quietly, his entire world crashing around him. What was going to happen now?