Just outside the limits of destiny city, there are places where the concrete and roads return to nature, a wide river runs and drops down into a deep green. It smells of old leaves, dusty thick sent of pines and the vague and subtle smells of wild animals…

Old paths so heavily foot worn that they curve like the arched back of a lover, deep and brown, ribbed with tree roots scuffed clean of bark, dried and aged like the fingers of some sleeping giant there to catch at toes.

And today…

There was a body.

Zinkenite… Zac, it made no difference knelt on the ground beside this body, and quite unlike himself he was crying.
His hands beat against the still chest, as though by abusing the already much abused body he could restore life to it. Make those bright green eyes open once more.

There was so little else in the world that mattered, not so far as people were concerned, no one else whom had quiet… gotten to him the way that Demy had…

And now he was gone.

There was a void In his chest where his star seed should have been…. Some –wretched- Senshi had taken it. He had no doubt it was a grotesque and half thought parody of the duties of a Lieutenant.

He would find them, he would kill them… and he would desecrate their –MISERABLE- corpse…

He knew that, he had no doubt that he would succeed given time. But what then…
What after…

He lifted the still body carefully and with no small effort to cradle it to his chest, rocking quietly back and forth. In his stillness the birds returned, growing closer and bolder with their song almost as mocking as the hole in Scheelite’s chest.

“What am I going to do…” he asked them… the birds gave no answer, only chirped and twittered as the breeze carried the soft sent of pines, wildflowers and sent the leaves to dancing in a rustling dance he could swear at that moment sounded of laughter.

“What am I going to do without you…”

And in answer there was only the wind, nature… it may as well have been a great black silence… no, he might have preferred that. At least then the world would have matched the great lonely emptiness that he felt inside.
Too late to say you loved them… when they had already died.