Walking along the path alone wasn't what I thought it would be. I look around me and all along the way are the souls of those closest to me. I wish I could say something but I can't. I can see it in their faces, "Why should you die so pathetically like that when we died to keep you alive?" even now their faces haunt me. I could never tell the others the white hot guilt I feel. Never.
Even as the nights grow cold, I am alone. There isn't a single person who knows what I feel, not one. I am as alone as the day I was turned into this disgusting monster. Forever alone to know the horror that I alone must face.
Even though I am here, I am not here. I see them, in my dreams, in the depths of my thoughts, I mustn't stop, I have to fight on, if not for my life then for theirs. I will not let them down.
She walks through the bitter wind, cloak up and close to her frail body. She is weak, but not the weakest of the seven. She looks at the warrior ahead, the one leading them and feels like there is something that the warrior bares alone. Presently they come to shelter, and their leader sits quietly in a corner lost in thought. She sits among comrades who all brace against the cold with her. She looks and she wonders. What burden is their Captain carrying that she and the others aren't allowed to help with?