I’m stuck in this weird reality now. One I want to ignore. He called me a murderer, the one with the chosen hand, had he not known? Had he not seen the crimes that had been committed? We brought them before the fathers, before the edge for them to bear witness and yet they… they...labeled me as no better.
I feel the way Maximus guides me back through our den. I feel Lilith, Marco and the pups’ presence and know we’ll have to talk about this soon, but right now I just can’t. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel right enough to bring it up and do my best to avoid questions of Aaron at all costs. At least, that’s what I think.
Maximus calls it grief; that this too shall pass, but I’m not sure how it could.
He’s been right before, I tell myself. He’ll help me through the fog...but as of now it’
