Aether stood in a pool of blood, the bodies of those he had killed all around him, as if they were watching him. Among them stood the dead Jaguar, their protector, the person who was their home and salvation, dead, just like them.
All because of one person.
Aether stared, clenching his blade, blood running off its black surface.
Suddenly, he felt something grab his leg from behind. It was a young boy, staring into his watery eyes; he could feel the sadness and agony as he crawled on the ground, his lower half completely gone, and with his intestines sticking out.
He remembered his face; he had killed him in the massacre, cutting him in two... but he had also cut his intestines so... something wasn't right.
The boy cried at his feet, but Aether didn't budge; he stood still, staring right into his eyes.
"H-How could you do this to us? What did we ever do to you..."
