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Shayne listened to him, her gaze turning to one of concern.
"I'm sorry." She said, hoping she hadn't made him feel like he had to tell her.

Shayne nodded slowly, understanding what it was like, coming from a family that had been broken by war. Even the family she had come to know as a soldier in training had become broken over time. Shayne had still moved on, but survived as an outcast. To her family, she had been lost to this war. To her, her family had been lost. But here she was, moving on with George by her side.
"I understand..." She said softly, looking back up at him.

Shayne looked down again. She remembered everything that happened back in her years with the clan. Ever since she killed Treseta, every memory was with her again. She shook it away, not wanting to dig in a graveyard of reminisence.
"Even if the events are not parallels, one twist or turn doesn't change anything." She said, looking up at him again with red eyes of a darker shade, blocking the past from rising to the surface.

Shayne smiled slightly back at him, but her eyes remained slightly darker than usual. She looked at the doorway to the graves of George's mother and Leon.
"Shall we set this warrior's soul to rest?" She said.

Shayne smiled at him and let out a breath before entering the tomb. She saw the coffin was already engraved with Leon's name, and it only made her smile grow warmer with the thought. She knelt down beside his grave, bowing her head. She hadn't prayed since her days in the colony, where her mother would hide the fact Shayne was partially a demon, and Shayne would take part in their activities. But this was for Leon, who was her family ever since the day their clan accepted her.
"Leon, my dearest friend, and my soul-bound brother; it brings me such happiness to share with you that Treseta is dead at last, and that your sacrifice was more than anyone could have ever asked for. I thank you, dear brother, for allowing George an extent of his life; for your acceptance in my years of banishment; and I pray that your soul be at rest with Aeon at last."
Shayne laid a handful of flowers among his tombstone, identifiable as midnight jasmine. Shayne stood, turning to George at last. She would have said more, but words couldn't express her honorable graditude toward Leon.

Shayne's eyes grew soft in a gaze at George, her warm smile shining true. She picked up on the scent of other wolves as well, but let it go so long as she prayed for Leon.

Shayne looked back at Leon's grave with a sort of admiration. She no longer mourned those lost, even when it hurt deep down. She simply smiled.