#dv 4

Matthew simply sat by one of the tents. He moved to cover up as much of his face as he could with his scarf, as if trying to silence his sobs. It had always been rough in this absolutely garbage castle, but...

Well, it just felt like it was only ever getting worse. Things had started out bad enough, but then two people were murdered, and Luna...

The thought of her made him retreat even further into his scarf. Maybe he should just crawl into the tent and curl up against nothing, let the gaping loneliness really just fill up his disheartened being.

He had never really known Luna very well. Clearly not, really, since apparently Luna wasn’t even her real name. But whatever. He thought she was terrible, and it turns out, yeah, she really was! And everything still sucks, so, great. Really. Just, great. 

Matthew sighed into his scarf, the wetness of the cloth not really bothering him that much. But, following another sigh, he finally lowered the fabric, allowing it to bunch up properly around his neck. 

Sure, he hated Luna, and now she was gone! He would never see her again, and he could just block her on titter if he really hated her that much, but... Matthew still felt bad. He didn’t want to bother with any feelings of remorse or guilt regarding the latest murderer, but... he had gotten a bit heated at the trial; more than he was used to.

And, well, Matthew wasn’t exactly the best at dealing with his emotions.