Equius glanced up from where he had been standing, eyes glazed over. His hands were trembling, the body of his beloved moirail laying limp in front of him. He was unsure what had happened, only that she was there, and that blood was everywhere.
He knelt next to the body, hands trembling as he rested on on her cheek. The body was growing cold, but it couldn't be possible that she was dead already. It wasn't fair.
He felt tears in his eyes, something he was unaccustomed to. The thought of Nepeta dying made him feel cold on the inside. He was unsure what he would do without his beloved moirail.
He glanced up at the walls around them, feeling as if someone were touching his back. He froze slightly, half turning. The gaze felt cold, as if someone were trying to kill him. He turned, half frozen, his hands dripping the blood of his moirail.
Mirrors lined the room, bouncing his reflection back, words written on a wall. He didn't feel well, something was off. He looked at his own shirt, ragged and torn. Almost like...Nepeta had tried to fend him off.
The thought struck him hard, tears coming harder as he put his head in his hands. No one was left, just him...and the corpse of Nepeta. How long had they been there? How long had it been since he killed her? What had happened? Where had his sanity gone?