Sep 20, 2012
Once-thing had dragged himself back to his home and lay against a tree he knew better than most. In his head, the voices of the forest kept haunting him.
"... All your fault..."
"...If you let him live..."
"They were alive before you came along..."
"... Why, Thing, why?"
Thing curled up on the ground, legs broken, crimson hands clasped over his ears. He killed Lust, but Dream-ler's valley was killed with him. And now he must live with the choice he made.
Rain began to fall. He wished it would help ease the pain, but his wishes were all for naught. He killed them. He was no protector. He was a monster.
A thing to be feared.
"I failed the trees..."