The fires burned bright into the night as the rain crashed down against his back, his hands twitching in a twist of anger before his face softened upon the sight of just a tiny child before him, and in that moment, he found himself intrigued, allured. A child forsaken and abandoned, Alone, shattered. And with a scrunch of his nose, he saw himself in this child.

Slowly bending his knees while he rested his arms just on top of his thighs, he tilted his head so carefully, Slow and steady movements as to not cause more fear or panic. "Where has your sister gone?" He carefully spoke. His eyebrows deepened and furrowed, his eyes drifting over the child's shoulder to the lifeless body of his once beloved friend turned enemy and the flames burning bright.