The injustice of Landon being caught in a crossfire and subsequently murdered was too much to bear. It only reinforced the number of innocents who like Landon, had fallen prey to the cruelty of the world. It hadn’t been the first time another had died within Gabe’s arms, and the number of soldiers, friends, that he had held as they bled out was always one too many, but it had become a harrowing event that he had eventually learned to accept. Having a child die in his arms though, as a result of a mistake he had made was something that he had never forgotten, nor would ever forgive himself for and as Landon lay motionless in front of him, he could feel all of that guilt quick to resurface, knowing that if he had just arrived a little sooner, he might have been able to save him.
Now he had no choice but to recompose himself. To ready his weapon and prepare himself to fight once again. He had dragged Landon’s motionless body from the centre of the room, in attempts to conceal him at least until he could come back for his body – but just as the wolf had headed for the door – had the other been engulfed by flame. Gabe fell backwards, cussing as his back hit the wall and his features dropped. Never having seen the process of a phoenix before, he had no idea what the hell it was he was witnessing as he stood with his weapon now pointed at the ashes.
Coming back from the dead wasn’t painful so to speak it was more so unnerving waking up knowing that he must have died, as the memories of the death itself were hazy at best. Which he had to assume was the hidden blessing, being able to forget the pain that went along with whatever death. Cracking through the ashes that encased him Landon coughs and takes in a deep breath. Opening his eyes to find a gun pointed at him fear spiked through his body and in a panic he held up his hands, “Wait! No, no, listen! I’m not one of them! I swear!” While he was fairly sure he would come back once more, the idea of being shot wasn’t something he wanted to go through, death still hurt.