The weather was earning its keep tonight with its driving sheets of rain and blustering gales. There was an argument to make about pathetic fallacy but Dave just couldn't bring himself to comment on it right now. Not when Sarah had just opened the door and he was stood there, soaked to the bones and words lodging in his throat the second her eyes met his, "M'mighty sorry for callin' so late..."
The weather always had a way of telling a story around their islands. Even when she was a girl, her dad had spun tales of the sea spirits stirring among the whipping winds to defend the land against the Leviathan's anger.
The thunder was her horrendous anger.
And right now Sarah felt kindred with that Astral; her biting ferocity in the wind, her spitting spite in the gusts of wind, and her loathing for normality within the crashing swell of the waves.
Realising how long the silence stretched between her and Dave, she shook herself and stood too quickly from the table. She knocked against the timber; a mug fell to the hard floor and broke apart. The hunter moved to gather the skittering bits, and her her hand gripped the sideboard for balance.
"Don't."
Dave paused mid-bend and was caught between the meaning. Don't pick up the broken splinters of cermaic. Don't explain any further why he was here. Don't explain the dog-tags on the table. Don't. Don't. Don't.
'Sarah, m'so sorry ... I never wanted t'come here for this,' The quiet words stabbed at her and she turned away from Dave because she could hear the knot in his throat. She knew how much of a burden he put on his own shoulders as head hunter. He could semd another hunter to the families across the continent and break the news their loved ones would never come home.
But this? No. She knew there was no other way to break this except for him appearing in the driving rain with a broken expression and guilt seeping out of his too-blue eyes.
Her hand went to her mouth and a sob forced its way out, back to Dave.
What will we do without him? How will we manage? How will I tell the kids?
Her last argument with Kaleb shattered her and she gave in to the crying; she had asked him not to go on this hunt.
"We argued before he left."


















