On a rocky cliff over looking the ocean stood a knight. The sea breeze pushed back his black hair and made his brown cape flutter in the wind. In one hand he held a helmet and a tattered red cape, in the other he held a bloody sword. None of these objects were his. The light of the setting sun reflected off his armor, lighting even the deep scratch in the metal across his chest.
He watched as the reflected sky turned the water from blue to a bloody red color. He wished he could be home, they could be home, but it was to late. He had lost his best friend and it was all his fault. Not really, but that's how he felt. Karkat put the helmet down and laid the tattered cape on the ground, stabbing through it with the sword. He then picked up the helmet and placed it over the sword hilt saying, "Good-bye my brother." as he did so.
He stood there for but a moment more. He was going to be the one to tell Daves brother of the loss. He knew Dave was all dirk had left, and that made it so much harder. He watched the tattered cape flutter in the wind before he turned and walked away. Not only from the last objects of his friend but of the life Dave could of lived, their friendship.
