He needed that to be it. Just this one time. If he’d really believed in a god, he would’ve pleaded for it, just for this one single kindness.
But the universe hadn’t ever really been especially kind to him - and on top of a night like the one that he’d had, broken down piece by piece, literally and figuratively -
That awful, horrifying creature appeared before them, spewing thick black smoke and uttering a single world that shattered what was left. And he knew - immediately, he knew, that uttered name the catalyst. No one called him Logan. Never had. Not anyone besides Rhys and -
“No,” and he kind of whispered it at first, his hand a vice around Emrys’ as he took a step back. His knees got weak and he nearly fell, staring with his one lingering eye, stark white against the reds and browns of his bloodied face. “No. No. No, no, no - “
And he didn’t even have words. What words were there for something like this?
She was still wearing the gown. Shredded to pieces.
Her hair was the same, silver and pooling around shoulders leading down to -
Oh god.
Oh god.
“No, no, no...”
The general had been crueler in leaving him alive than she’d ever know.
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