Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-7262318-20170724225325

Bagarok had taken the body from Donnel midway through the trip. Once the rage in him had subsided, he was left feeling quite hollow. Like a piece of him had been taken, and he was never going to get it back. He glanced down at the lifeless body and clutched it even harder.

He put his hand to the wound, like Edwin had done for many other people. He never understood how he was able to do it. How he could bring people from the edge of death and back into healthy form with just his hands. And because he didn't know it, he couldn't help the one friend he had in this world. There was absolutely nothing he could do now but stare at the lifeless body and realize that he was alone once again. His one goal in life. To protect his one friend.

And he failed. Miserably failed at it.

He put his head down in the chest of the dead man, crying as he hugged the lifeless corpse. There were no tears, but everyone could hear his pained whimpers.