I didn't anticipate this.
This wasn't supposed to happen. It just...wasn't. All the years we spent together, we never spoke of this. Because...we're the Storm Hawks. We don't speak of things like death.
If only we knew. If only we knew that death was waiting in the shadows, waiting to jump, fangs bared, claws sharpened.
And now?
Now?
I don't know what happens now.
He's gone. He's not coming back. We'll never see him again.
Where he's gone, we can't follow. I can't follow.