Killerclaw gazed at the bench, the same spot where he and Winterbreeze had sat on when he was still reforming. He sighed quietly, about to leave the location until he saw. . .

Her. .

Winterbreeze was sitting on the bench, gazing at the silver stars. He glanced around slowly, before looking at himself. There was lots of scars and he was clearly a non-existent spirit.

Killerclaw silently sat down on the bench with her, wishing she could see him but he had been killed by his father's failed experiment creature thing. Though he couldn't help but smile slightly, at least he had escaped the void.

Even if nobody could see him, but he could see them. He knew that they thought he no longer existed. Though being here, with his mate, Winterbreeze soothed his worries.

He felt safe and comfortable with her. He remembered how they met, and if he had to admit, it was quite the moment. It wasn't love at first sight, but it also wasn't normal or peaceful. If he had to describe it with one word, he would probably reply with 'chaotic' or 'a bad impression'.

"W - Who are you?"

Winterbreeze was quite shy when he had first saved her from other creators, the same species that were ordered to capture him when he been banished by Fallen.

He remembered how rude he was to her, which made him feel a little guilty when he thought about it once more.

"The name's Killerclaw, you little coward."

Killerclaw sighed, looking at Winterbreeze once more. He wanted to remember all the sweet wholesome moments that he had spent with her. He didn't wish to remember the bad moments.

The reformed murderer rested a spiritual paw on hers. He could still smell the faint scent of mint on Winterbreeze. Oh how he missed her and her everything.

He wished he could whisper those three words in her left ear. That's when Winterbreeze lifted her paw, waving to another dude, he had caught onto this guy's name. It was Lancer.

Killerclaw felt like he was being replaced but the feeling soon faded when he saw Winterbreeze looked back to the stars.

That's when he reminded himself that one sentence that made him feel like he was in. . .heaven and felt loved. .

"My loyalty is with you, my love. You are my murderer. Okay?"

He smiled, leaning his spiritual body against hers. He knew she wouldn't feel his comforting touch, but he just wanted to be here, with his beloved mate.