Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or it's respective characters. Ike, Mist, the Black Knight and all other characters belong to their respective creators and Nintendo.
He was gone, what else could possibly be said?
Sitting against the frame, her back to the wall and one leg hanging down towards the floor, Mist watched Ike through the single glass window in her room. For day's she had sat here, saying little and eating just as little food as well, rising only when she needed the latrine. A blanket lay on the ground by her bare foot, untouched for some hours now. Her once pretty ocean blue eyes were a bit swollen and red from both exhaustion and the tears that never seemed to stop flowing. An untouched plate of food sat on a tray near the still made bed, but Mist just didn't have the energy to stand and eat. She knew Rhys and the others were all worrying, but she didn't really care. Mist wanted to give up, on life, everything, all she wanted was to be with her brother and parents. Yes, Ike was still living, but with the way the two had been behaving, it was as if Mist was completely alone in this world.
Since the death of their father, both of the Greil siblings had been in a state of grief far stronger than that of the rest of the company members. The title of Commander had been dropped on Ike far sooner than expected and the burden on him to keep the company intact was heavy. Shinon and Gatrie had left the very day of Greil's funeral, Titania had promised that she would be a backing support for Ike in all ways possible; but as for Ike...Mist wondered how he was able to stand outside every night for so many hours and continue to swing his sword the way he was now.
Since the day of Greil's funeral, the youngest of the two orphans could only watch her brother, not sure what to say. Although she wanted to reach for him, hold him tightly as she cried again and again, but she couldn't do it. Seeing his isolation – exactly like her own – made Mist feel like she shouldn't approach him; her insecurity getting stronger with each passing day. One hand grasped the silvery blue medallion of chaos in her weak grasp as the other pushed through her limp brown locks, Mist's lower lip trembled and a few more tears passed through her dark lashes. A half breath half sob escaped from her lips and Mist grit her teeth, afraid to think about what could happen to them all without Greil. Her head slipped down to lean against the cold glass, her breath fogging and then disappearing.
If the two of them were to continue going on like this, with little sleep or food, they would both soon fall ill. Unless Rhys decided to force them to rest.
A loud clatter of metal meeting wood brought Mist to her senses and she looked back at the moon only to realize she had fallen asleep there inside the window seat. Her cheek was flat where it had rested on the glass and felt icy to the touch, her legs and arms were covered in goose bumps and her teeth chattered slightly. In other words: she was freezing. The noise that had drawn her from rest turned out to be the medallion, having slipped from her slackened grasp. Mist looked at it blearily and reached down to pick it up. With no attempt at stabilization, she fell to the floor, landing on her side with a thump that echoed in the darkness.
Making no effort to move, she lay there and pulled the token to her breast, "Oka-san…why did you both have to go?" More tears threatened to spill over. With a whimper, she closed her eyes and curled into a ball, unconsciously trying to be invisible, to become a part of the room.
Ike had long left training to sit in the shadows of a giant elm, leaning against its roots for support. He was exhausted, but he had to keep training. If he didn't get stronger, who else was going to end up dying from his mistakes? Ike was not ready to lead, and if Greil fell to that Black Knight…then how good were his chances? Ike scoffed at his thoughts, his chances of winning in a battle against the Black Knight were less than one percent. He could barely stand after a single blow from that rogue, the very reminder of it was enough to make Ike's blood boil with rage and despair. His knuckles turned white as he clung to the hilt of his sword, a bloodlust beginning to run through him.
Breathing deeply, Ike closed his eyes and tried to calm down, but images of Mist's devastated face kept flashing through his mind, making the effort all the more difficult. A low growl escaped his throat and his eyes darted to the second story window where he knew Mist had been watching him every night. For days he had avoided her, not because he didn't want to see her, just the opposite, he wanted to see his little sister, but feared the blame that would be hidden in her eyes. The day of Greil's funeral, Ike swore he saw anger within Mist and refrained from seeing her since then. She had made no efforts to see him, thus he made none for her. They were stuck in an impass, both held back by their grief and fear. Titania called him a fool and even Boyd said that Ike's actions were 'messed up' – although his brotherly compass didn't exactly point due north.
Ike adjusted and leaned out from the shadows to see the window more clearly, Mist was still there leaning against the glass, it looked to him like she was sleeping. "Finally she's resting," He sighed out loud. He knew that she hadn't been sleeping, and refusing meals, but he had been doing just the same, but he didn't care. Obviously neither of the siblings realized just how similarly they thought about their situations. Ike blinked and looked back at the window again, Mist moved and turned her head, looking at something in the room perhaps? No, she was looking down towards the floor, just as soon as Ike realized that, she dropped from sight completely.
Ike's heart nearly stopped when she vanished, had she finally succumbed to her depression and gotten sick? Fear be damned, Ike wasn't going to risk loosing his sister because he couldn't face her hatred for him. Standing, he ran into the nearest entrance, hurrying to the second level in a panic. Once he reached her door, he hesitated for only a second. Then, opened the door with more force than he had meant, slamming it against the wall with a bang. "Mist?!"