Mituna looked up from where he had fallen, taking off his helmet angrily. He felt like he was useless. He was sure he was. In the distance, he could hear the laughs of his friends and from the corner of his eye, he could see his lusus.
He looked down, remembering the time he had met Latula. It brought a small, but pained smile to his face. He hadn't seen her in a long time...hadn't he? She had given up on him.
He sat up, pulling his knees to his chest and hiding his face, letting out a strangled sob. Something had gone amiss a while ago. Something that he hadn't felt in a long time.
A flash of his powers, a small spark, nothing more. But it was enough...it was enough to kill her a second time. It had been an accident though, hadn't it? He couldn't even remember, only remembering was he looked over the body.
The thought made him shake. He was alone, Latula wasn't coming back. He let out another sob, curling up tighter. He wanted to talk to someone but no one would listen...
He opened his eyes, imaging the image of Latula before him. But the scene had changed to a white, padded room. Something was restaining him but he didn't seem to mind. He laughed to himself, hearing it as if in a dream. He didn't care anymore. He was safe here, safe from thoughts, safe from death. And of course, he would dream of killing the girl in his dreams over and over and that was fine by him.
He loved it. He hated it. He was merely there. And yet he wasn't.