--- 20th September ---

Dos-kun was dead, finally truly free. Wasn't this what Nikolai wanted?

Yes it was. No, it wasn't.

Rain pours, a cruel sky that reminds Nikolai consistently of his lack of freedom, his envy of those birds who so effortlessly glide without the hindrance of gravity.

His grip tightens upon Fyodor's arm, bandaged as it transforms to a pale blue due to post mortem - shielded under his white overcoat as was Nikolai who couldn't help but miss his most dearest friend.