Sodo’s helmet was sitting by his side, his eyes glaring at the sunset. This would mark a day since Aether was dragged down into the Pit, since the Clergy had no more use for him. Fuck. His face scrunched up as he held back tears; his claws tearing into his skin. He couldn’t look at the sunset anymore. All it did was remind him of him.

As he turned his head away, a soft sob had escaped the usually stoic fire ghoul. He cracked, and now he was weeping. He hadn’t noticed you coming up behind him.