Gangrel was tired. Just tired. Traveling with them was an unbearable chore. It's not that they spoke to him really, its that they spoke to one another. Their conversations were tedious, boring; it was incredibly annoying. He couldn't say he enjoyed being out on the field with them ether. Though, perhaps he was just on edge. True these weeks have been peaceful... well maybe that was relative only to him. It was a guilty pleasure of his to kill the Risen. A type of stress revealing exorcise. But as of late, his "comrades" have grown tired of fighting. And in truth, he may have as well. Well, maybe not fighting, but perhaps just killing.

It was a strange thing being so torn. In a time that feels so close, but is in reality was long ago, he loved the feel of blood on his skin. The blood of those who fought him, the blood of those who defied him, and if he the mood hit him right... the blood of just anyone. But its not as if he killed for no reason, originally he wanted that despicable peace that princeling speaks of. There was a time when he hated hearing the screams of others. He hated his fathers back, the way it looked with a blade going through it when he died protecting him. He hated the look on his mothers face when she told him to run. He hated the sound of her coughing on her own blood.

He was vengeful, he hated all of it. The wars, the pain. And for a while he worked to change it all... If asked he couldn't explain exactly what was going through his mind. In a way he truly believed his way would bring what he promised his people. But perhaps the worst truth of all, everything he had done was pointless.

"Gangrel?"

By the gods, it had to be her again. That woman, Robin. No one else bothered to speak to him on a regular basis but her. To greet him at times when he really just wished to be ignored. There must be some kind of issue with her brain. It's strange how she managed to find him in these weak moments.

"Robin."

"What are you doing out here all alone?"

Her tone was almost friendly. It didn't hide the obvious awkwardness to her question. Clearly forced, just for the commons sake of exchanging pleasantries.

"Nothing in particular." Gangrel grunted. Though his reply wasn't rude, it did have an edge he had hoped she would notice.

"Thinking about the past again?"

This question. He wondered if it were going to become a common theme with her. Things like this made him believe she chose times like this on purpose. Robin's tendency to speak to him, honestly, without any motive... it made him want to be honest. Even if it was a subject that would spur a reluctance to answer.

"...I thought I had good reasons for my war. Robin I swear I did." The sound of his voice, was it strange that it sounded beaten? "But in the end, it was Chrom and you lot who stopped Valm."

Her answer was quick, and she smiled in a way that was nearly... very enraging. "We did, didn't we?"

"A smug grin dose not suit you, tactician!" This only seemed to heighten whatever mood she was in. Gangrel continued on before she could say something condescending. He could feel it, this conversation was going to be sour... again. "In my mad quest for strength, I unleashed horror upon thousands of innocents... How many have I killed? How many families did I rend apart?" Gods, he was weak. "...And for what? For nothing."

Robin's expression faded with the new confession. She watched him, carefully, looking for some kind of dishonesty. She decided to be honest herself, not that she has ever really been dishonest with him. "I cannot argue. What you did is difficult to forgive, or forget."

Gangrel wasn't shocked at her answer, it was something he expected. He never asked for forgiveness. Still though, hearing it out loud added to something, something that keeps him awake at night. It made him bitter. "How dose it feel to be so untainted by mistakes that you can judge others?"

She let out a tired sigh. Robin almost spoke to him as if he were a child."If you truly started a war to try and save your people, you should own the deed." She was stern in her wording, as if she were setting down a list of instructions. "Your time would be better spent on things besides self pity."

Gangrel thought Robin's unsweetened words humorous, she was so much younger then himself. "Oh? Then tell me, wise one, what "things should I be doing?"

"You can join us in bringing peace to the land once and for all." She paused, his laughter was irritating. "You could wallow in the past the rest of your days; you will find no absolution there."

Her words, they were sharp. "Your words are daggers, Robin..." he looked away, eye contact becoming uncomfortable, "But only because they ring true."

"And so?"

He answered her clearly, each word spoken confidently "I'm a king no longer- just a mad dog roaming the land without a leash." He placed a hand on the wall near her and leaned down till he was level with her face it was almost belittling. A sharp finger pointed to her chest, poking it. "I should rouse myself and fight because you say so?! Bah!" Gangrel then turned the tip of his finger to himself. " I don't need one of Chrom's lackey's to give me purpose!" Quckly he backed away from the woman and shouted out side of the tent, loud enough for everyone to hear if they cared to. "Look out. world! This time, I've got a better plan! A whole new out look!"

Robin felt a smile she couldn't control stretch, some how listening to his outburst made her feel strangely warm. "That sounds more like the Gangrel I know. In a good way..."

He turned around and burst out laughing. His smile would have scared children. "GYAAAAAA! Gangrel is back, and he's spoiling for a fight!"

Others may consider the sound a laps of sanity, and that it may have been. But to Robin, she felt it was something more kind.

"For once, I'm happy to hear that."

The march to Warriors Tomb was long and oddly quiet. Since the rise of the Fell Dragon, silence has become somewhat of a rarity. The crypt itself had a haunted feel, the stone building grim and cold. But, the life that bloomed around it contrasted all of the dark feelings that the building spawned. The flower's, the trees, though overgrown and unkempt, were lovely dream like visuals.

"Girl, why are we here?"

Gangrel's voice cut through her fascination with what lay in front of her. But what mildly shocked her was that he had initiated a conversation to begin with. Usually, she had to make the excuse the speak to one another.

"What do you mean? You don't know?"

His face contorted at her questions. "Of course I don't know, I am a dog, I am just expected fallow; to do what I'm told. Do you honestly think anyone makes the effort to inform me of anything?"

"I guess not huh." she deadpanned.

Gangrel's eyes turned toward the large doors that lay ahead, he looked unimpressed. "If your not going to tell me anything, then I think I'm going to take my leave."

Robins hand reached out toward his retreating form and gripped what she could of his cloak. He nearly tripped and fell at the sudden pull back. He looked behind himself, confused and irritated. For a moment Robin was shocked at her own action, it was unconscious.

"What a minute Gangrel, don't just storm off. We are here because of rumors."

"Rumors? And why are we traveling to these random locations on the base of rumors?" He asked testily.

She smirked at the irony. There were many reasons they sought out rumors, even if they had no possibility of being true. Sometimes they were just jobs for the peace made in an effort to lighten the suffering around them, Other times they brought surprises that they would never had expected. The man in front of her was a product of these whimsical journeys that distracted from the horrors they would soon face.

"Because we need to."

"...we need to?"

"Yes."

Gangrel was confused, even more confused then when he began. He didn't know what tempted him to ask her anything. Its not as if he were really curious. Letting out a deep sigh, he asked her again his first question.

"Ok tactician, why are we here?"

"There was rumor ...that man Yen'fay was spotted around here."

"The dead man?"

"Yes, but we aren't here for just him. His sister, I felt it would be good for her to visit this place."

This woman was amusing. She had a weird habit of thinking to hard for others. It was something he couldn't understand himself to well, though it would be a lie to say he hasn't thought of others since his time as a fallen king.

"Hah! I supposed it wouldn't be the first time your group found the dead walking. I wouldn't be surprised if that man was alive in there. People just don't seem to stay dead anymore..."

Even though Gangrel's tone was light hearted, it had an almost unrecognizable edge of regret that she did not miss. She softly smiled, only then realizing that she had yet to let go of his cloak. Letting slip through her fingers, she said "I suppose so, but it hasn't been an entirely bad thing."

Gangrel laughed audibly, he wouldn't admit that what she said warmed him. Even if it could be used to describe some one else they found.

"Gahahaa! ...Is that right?"

The Risen that permeated the inside of this place was something Gangrel expected. He could smell them from outside. But, what he hadn't expected was the man kneeling down amiss the chaos praying in the distance. Even if he had bet they would find him, he didn't really believe it. He had heard of Yen'Fay, though never having met the man himself he had no trouble recognizing him. Perhaps it was because, much like himself, regret was apparent in the figures form. The thing that was odd was that he seemed to be the only one to notice. Gangrel cut through a few more bodies before he came to someone he knew would listen.

"Robin."

"What is it Gangrel?"

"...I found him. But I dont think he is making much effort to protect himself."

Robin fallowed the direction Gangrel pointed to, soon bolting off after a look of surprise. He considered ignoring her but found himself running after her in the end. He should have guessed they were going to her, Say'ri. He never spoke to her, he doesn't speak to anyone, but that didn't change that he knew who it was.

"He's alive, come on. Ill go with you." She said to her. Gangrel thought it odd how there were no questions, just complete trust in what she had said. It surprised him honestly. But what surprised him even more was when Robin grabbed his hand and dragged him along with them.

"Gangrel, I want you to keep the Risen off our back while we go after Yen'fay."

"..." He didn't answer, but he knew he would do what she asked anyway.

"Explain yourself, Brother! You died, yet here you stand. How can you be a different Yen'fay than my brother?"

Gangrel thought the family spout hilarious. He didn't laugh out loud though he wanted to. There was something comical about a grown man being talked down to by a younger woman. Maybe it was because it resembled a type of irony much like his own as of late.

"Perhaps he's from a different world. Or a different time? We've certainly had our fair share of that lately." Robin injected.

"...It is as you say" Yen'fay replied, hesitant.

Another future person? Gangrel had thought only the children dragged themselves to this vile time, how they got here was a mystery no one questioned. He left the conversation, not caring enough to listen to a woman crying and a man explain himself.

Robin eventually found Gangrel later that day sitting alone on a rock. Its not like she went searching for him, its just something that happened.

"Hey Gangrel."

He gave her an exasperated expression. Tired. "What do you want this time."

"Thanks for your help back there."

"By the gods you people. Don't you know who I am? You couldn't have forgotten the things I've done. Why the hell am I being thanked every single hour of the day lately." He asked, perhaps exaggerating.

"What you have done in the past doesn't change the fact that people are grateful for what you have done today Gangrel."

"Is that right..." He smiled.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Im so sorry that my writing is boring. Im sorry. I just don't know a better way to word things. Im to lazy to make the chapters longer. Most of the chapter is quotes. BUT BUT BUT, i did post a warning so now people will know at least. LOl i guess it only takes a single review for to update. Im such a dork.

And because of my imagination is ahhh peculiar, maybe ill write a short crack fic someday paring gangrel and chom, because lol i dont know, its funny. Do people even want that? It woul be a comedy. Im actually good at comedy.

Anyway. YEa. DAMN now im 400 words short. Eventually my chapters will end up as only a single sentence.