Mk sat near a cliff closing his eyes as he felt the wind blows gently on his scarred face, oh how clearly he remembers the pain, how he suddenly gasped for breath finding himself buried, needing to climb his, way out if his grave.... Mk subconsciously placed a hand on his eye or...what was left of it as he stared at the sunset remembering the bittersweet memories of the past.... He was far too naive, if only he saw sooner As Mk stood up and walked through the thick forest he instantly hid as he saw a very familiar older monkie.... Macaque... Interestingly Mac doesn't hide hid six ears anymore... Guess he(mk) missed a lot... As Mk followed Macaque he saw a shrine... Of him(Mk)...? Macaque kneeled down the very well taken care of shrine as he sobbed quietly.... He was always too weak, too late to save those he cared for.... Mk was so young.... But now he's gone or so he thought