â˝âŚ Henry buried his face in his arms, his arms on his desk in his tent. Shaky  breaths came from him, and he swallowed quietly. Another year. When the only family you ever had -- or treated you like a human, really-- dies, it's as if your world ends. That's how it was for Henry's wolf.
       It was a forest wolf, white around his face and a reddish tent of fur. She wasn't able to speak -- but she was the first living thing to treat Henry with kindness. And so easily was that swept away from him by archers. His hand clenched. He disliked Virion, but the reasoning hadn't come to him until now.
       Crack. His fingers cracked one by one, as if a distraction to ease the pain that grew and grew within his stomach. He wiped his face with the other hand, coughing outloud. "Okay." He said, testing his voice for any cracks within it. It was steady -- happy and melodic as usual.
       His hopes were crushed by tears flowing down his cheeks, and sobbing finding him. He stopped for a mere moment, his teeth clenched in his mouth. He knew he couldn't let anyone see him like this -- he was a happy person. He was a happy person.
       He dug through his drawers like a mad-man. His hands brushing off a singular arrow. His grey eyes opened, blinded with hatred. His hands ached to break the wooden arrow into small pieces. Yet what was the point in this? He had already murdered each one of the archers who had hurt her.
       Arrow clutched to his chest, he leaned back in the chair sadly. He let out quiet breaths of air, and closed his eyes shut again. What he'd give to redo the entire day with his wolf. But he wouldn't be at the shepherds, right?
       Whirling around, he faced the intruder of his tent, his eyes now wide open again. His face was stained with the tears shed, and his face was a dark red. "I'm okay!" he pleaded to Lissa, "I'm okay!"
       It was by instinct. No one had to know he was hurting. It'd be over soon, right? And what if Lissa told Robin or Chrom and they forced him to leave because he wasn't cut out? His eyes would spin, but he'd quickly stop them.
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