Rufioh glanced up from where he was kneeling, looking over his shoulder as he thought before he glanced away. The scene was washed in a plae light, the raising sun behind him.
He glanced over his shoulder before turning to the cooling body. "It was your fault." He whispered to himself, touching Damara's cheek. "You didn't have to do what you did. But you did it anyway."
He stood up quietly, turning after a moment. It hurt him to leave him like that but it had to be done, right? It was finally at an end.
"It was your fault."
The voice sent a shiver down his spine, feeling as if there were a breath on his neck. He turned, rubbing his eyes as he watched the body, needing to know that it was still there.