The Colonel watched your body rise from the floor. His eyes were wide in shock, as he had spent the entire night standing over your body, mourning the loss of his dear friend. “Damien? I thought you were dead.. he says, his voice dripping with regret. He touches your hand, before recoiling, shocked at what he’s seeing. He must be going mad. “Oh, my dear.. of course you’re not dead! I- I couldn’t have killed you! I didn’t kill you! You look so grey.. So cold!” he rambles, clutching Damien’s cane in his hands.