Erol sat in the darkness, one that envelops his sullen figure. A small form of fog seems to wrap its way around his figure, a fog that wouldn't let go. In his frozen state he was talking, as if to himself, had no one noticed the carcass of a hero lying motionless besides him. "I had to do it Jak; I couldn't let that bith Keira to take you away from me. I could have done it slower Jak. Cutting your body inch by delicate inch but I didn't make you suffer long." His hand flitted to Jak's pale face, to his blood soaked hair. Gently Erol twined a few strands of stray hair; he had brushed away from Jak's face, in between his fingers. Lowering his head so that his face hovered inches above Jak's face,"I'm sorry Jak" His lips gently brushed across Jak's in an almost possessive manner.

Erol sat there for sometime not moving from the spot where Jak's body lay almost as if he couldn't bring himself to it. The dark had long since past and dawn's pale light, wanting to reach Erol and his dead lover, flickered over them both. Erol cleared his head shaking it slightly. Standing up he brushed himself off and walked over to his hover bike. It was all Keira's fault, it was she who had drawn him to do this. "Keira will pay." Erol murmured swearing an oath that he would have his revenge. With a gun to the hoverbike's engine Erol shot off deeper into the realms of the city.