End Of A Walker

It has been an endless wait.

Breyden has not come to yet; to say that my nerves are not killing me would be such a lie. I am being tormented by thoughts that should not be running through my mind. Lilith, who is still very much here and, much to the annoyance, refusing to move.

But is it a determination that is beginning to falter?

What is beginning to falter is that I need to see if Anastasia is okay. So it is very reluctantly that I step away from Breyden's side to go call her.

Though before I can even think of finding her, I need to gather my composure. She cannot hear that I am falling apart, not truly falling apart, but my mind is not where it should be.

So I take one rather large deep breath and count down from ten and step out of the room where I find her waiting for me.

"My god, Sebastian, are you okay?"

As I try to speak, my voice starts to tremble beyond my control. Why can I not get a hold of my emotions? I am looking weak;