Cath
It was too hard to feel and think and live. With every breath Cath took, every minute of every day, he felt suffocated with guilt and sorrow, and rage.
When he closed his eyes, when he opened them, when he tried to sleep, or look into the future, they were there – all the nameless people who fell because of him. He could see the betrayal and pain in their eyes, their cries for mercy were his. It was only Red’s soothing presence that helped him get by the days for most of the time.
And how could Red even look at him? Because of Cath Travian was dead, and it wasn’t like Red was unaffected by the loss of his friend. Cath could see it in Red’s lost smile, and in the sadness in his eyes. It was a different sadness now, one born out of missing the ones who wouldn’t come back, opposed to
