[ He hangs his head in silence to Joshua's soft words, his nails biting into his hands as the memory of the grief rolls through him. Dead. Yet here he's alive. Here he walks and breathes and is warm to the touch.

Heaven, for them both? Or Divine punishment for daring to go against the Gods. ]

For everyone whose hopes were placed on us. But... I can still feel them all inside of me. I can still feel him. And it makes no sense.