There was a strange ache in his throat, and when he opened to reply that he missed her more than he could admit to, he was met with silence. He stood there in a cold paralysis at her last words.

And then he found his voice again before walking forward more under the covering of the large trees. A bigger part was so she didn't recognize the pain she unintentionally inflicted. It not only made his throat ache, but the scars where wounds had been somehow healed, yet the scars ran deeper than their bloodline.

"I don't know what happened." He was confused as ever, and the intense pain wrapped around his heart and lungs, squeezing out his last breath. "I don't know how I got here."