As the doors to his quarters opened, Dimitri entered, lost in thought. He stood frozen for a moment, blank gaze affixed on the floor, before slowly making his way towards his bed. Stopping in front of it, he leaned against the bedpost and took a deep breath, closing his eye as he did. Beneath his profound sorrow is a simmering rage, torn on whether to quell or satiate. The past clings on dearly, and they wail for vengeance.

"I know they are dead, but why can't I move on? Why do I still hear their cries?"