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The Senator walked the graves quietly, their names permanently etched into his mind. Utopianpaw. He would never understand why his son had killed them, how a healer could go so far astray. Nightsiren. They were warriors, initiates, apprentices, kits -- cats who had not wronged him in any way, and yet Wormwood had slain them all. Warcraze. His son had been a gentle creature, soft and lonely and confused, misguided but always sweet; he had struggled with his position and his faith, wrestled with his grief and the fiery demons of his past, but he had not been a murderer. Lightningscorch. And yet he was a killer. Fadingstep.
Ebonygold sighed as he looked over the row as it stretched on and on. So many victims; when would it have stopped, if Wormwood had not been caught? Goldenbough. Would he have continued to kill cats until the entire clan was gone? Ashenwisp. All of these deaths were on the Senator's conscience. He should have known what his son was doing, should have seen the signs, but he had been blind. Robinkit. Funny, that his mate and son and grandchildren were all truly blind, but he was the one that missed the signs he should have seen. Shallowflight.
"I'm sorry," he told the next grave he passed, lying a rounded stone on the surface in respect. Maplebreeze. "I should have done something to save you, but it's too late now. I can't bring you back." Wolfkibitzer. "I hope you found peace, after life. That you forgot the pain of your death." Fearfulwhisper.
Mountainsound was back. Probably temporarily, as Firepaw had much to learn still. She was a silent companion behind her mate, before the tom even knew she was there. "If we could have done anything, we would. All we can do is ensure something of the sort never happens again." She felt similarly to him, that they should have, could have done something... but could they? The Senator wanted to believe so, but they both knew that no matter how much they wished they knew something beforehand, the signs just... weren't always there.
"How could we not know? He was our son, Mountainsound." He looked up at her, troubled. His voice wasn't accusing, just confused. "How could he hide this from us? How could he do all this without giving any hint that something was so wrong with me?" Ebonygold closed his eyes. Wormwood had been strange, but not in a murderous way.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 29, 2019 17:39:53 GMT -5
"It's odd." She agreed, "He was always concerned about living up to expectations, but that never seemed as though it would turn on his clanmates. It was always directed at himself, not others. I don't know what changed." Mountainsound didn't understand it in the slightest. She was blind, but not that blind, not so much that she would miss Wormwood's change. When everything had gone down, the Janus had seemed as surprised as they, it just didn't make any sense. How could those who spent the most time with him outside his family not know either?
