Lacrimosa
He claws at the glass tank, breathing erratic as tears streak down his face. He misses her, he misses her so much. Her smile, her laughter, the way she brought light into his life.
His hands tear at his hair, frustrated and annoyed and simply furious at himself for having sworn to protect the Princess with his life and falling flat on his face in his attempt to do so.
And so here she was, beyond reach, a lifeless corpse, unable to forgive, unable to slap the sense back into him if she so wished.
The boy continues to weep.