The feeling bearing down on me is mighty, that I feel it could crush me.
I feel the weight of the child's pain, I feel the turmoil that is crashing into him.
I feel the loss, I feel the sorrow, and I want to break down, but I can't, because, I can't even see myself.
I just feel my consciousness present, but I see nothing else, other than what the boy sees.
"What do you know, there's one left." A voice echoes, and we jolt.
We make to run, but our body refuses to listen, it refuses to obey.
We just feel the pain breaking into our bones and being.
"Is this the son we were told about?" A wolf says, we turn to him, but we see nothing, other than a black silhouette representing a person, with glowing scratchy eyes erratically vibrating around his face.
He pulls us up and stares at us.
"Yo, you guys wanna do it or should I?" He asks, and we feel great fear creeping in, and following along to mix and match with the turmoil and hurt running through us.
