[He has lost himself, just a bit. At the pat to his cheek, Caleb looks up to Molly, regret and pain in those blue eyes. He'd moved past that night with everyone else, but a part of him always lingered there. Lucien had not helped the hurt.]
I killed the demon that killed you. I have not heard of the Iron Shepherds since that night. But yes, I. I buried you. Beau took your tapestry until we could give it to Yasha.
We went through our journeys together after we got the others back. But about a year later, we found out Cree had performed some. Ritual of some kind and brought you back. Except it wasn't you.
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[He has lost himself, just a bit. At the pat to his cheek, Caleb looks up to Molly, regret and pain in those blue eyes. He'd moved past that night with everyone else, but a part of him always lingered there. Lucien had not helped the hurt.]
I killed the demon that killed you. I have not heard of the Iron Shepherds since that night. But yes, I. I buried you. Beau took your tapestry until we could give it to Yasha.
We went through our journeys together after we got the others back. But about a year later, we found out Cree had performed some. Ritual of some kind and brought you back. Except it wasn't you.