"He's Really Gone..."
A/N: YES, I am continuing! Be amazed people.
Renault:... The-Lady-of-lucius does not own Fire Emblem or related characters or trademarks, or phrases, or such.
How'd you get here? Wasn't it Lucius's job?
Renault: .. He called in sick.
Oh. And by the way, this -=-=-=-=-=- is changing POVs. It's now from Sain's view.
-=-=-=-=-=-Sain's View-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
...He's... Gone...
No... It can't be...
That was the only thing that went through my mind for what seemed an eternity. Shattering my happy demeanor and chasing away what sanity remained after watching Kent's life slip from his body while the man lay in my arms. He was so young... He acted older, but he was only old as I. I had sworn to protect him, but... He died... And in my arms...
I'm being driven closer and closer to madness every moment. I can't think straight. The world blurs through my mind as though all this is a dream, and I just can't awaken from it. The troops notice the loss of Kent and of corse things slowed for a few days, but no one feels this gash deep as I do. I had always thought he'd be here, and I would, they'd we'd be the best of friends for the rest of our lives, many happy years... But that cursed Black Fang ruined all of it...
I wake from my good dreams and look to my left expecting to see Kent asleep a few feet away, but am struck a blow each time I see the vacant spot. I can't stand this anymore. I'm going out of my mind and fear every day, I'll see the figure of Kent behind me and turn, and see nothing. My horse it's coping well either, it had gotten so used to having Kent's horse, and Kent, near that it's nervous and anxious every second. But it's doing better than I am. I'm, luckily, kept from battle, ordered to stay with the rest of the troop that doesn't come to every battle. I'm cold always, no matter where we are. I have sudden spurts of numbness up and down my body and feel like me knees are going to cave in right under me. I'm trying to cope with one fact, and it's breaking me.
Kent. Is. Dead.
There are no ifs, no buts, nothing. The rest of the troop try frantically to aid me, keep me in my mind, but they're failing worse than I am. I choke every time I breathe. I think my body is shutting down without any aid, and I sometimes wish it just would.
But everyone is confused for I don't she a single tear. I don't fall ill like other would, from nerves being so shot, I just bear it best my only-half-there mind will allow, and go about normal business, and I just don't...feel anything, my emotions are gone, and only my mind lingers on the fact Kent is dead.
Eliwood and our tactician have thought maybe putting me in battle will perhaps aid in my recovery. Pah. What recovery?
I don't want to recover. I don't want to be here. Then again, I scarcely can tell what is real and what's a dream, so how can I know what I want?! Why did this have to happen... Kent... Why did you leave my side...
I'm shaking now. There's a 'good' sign according to Priscilla. At least I'm feeling something. Yes, feeling on the outside anyway, but on the inside... I think I'm utterly hollow when it comes to my spirit. My soul is numb, and I can't see anything. My allies are my foes now, and I hate every day. I.. I think...
I think I want to die, to be with Kent...
But I can't bring myself to die. I fight in battle, as though killing every enemy will somehow bring back Kent, though, deep down, I know He's gone.
But I can't believe it.
-=-=-=-=-=-Third Person-=-=-=-=-
Sain slowly laid the ink-dipped quill on the parchment, and blew out a candle. His tears flowed now as he wept for Kent.
A/N: Well, that came out fairly well.
Renault:... It did?
Shut up, and go back to the ruins in ch 30! I've not got you yet!
Renault: Hmph.