As that pain-filled wail echoed across the lands, Graham stood there. In one hand was his bottle, and in the other was a medal.
It was D’Artangnan’s.
It was a purple heart, and he’d given him it when they had nothing else to give that was of value.
It was symbolic of the battles he’d fought, and how he’d been wounded trying to save Graham from dying during a particularly horrible battle.
He honestly wished he never did save him. He could have at least died a hero, and would have been stopped from hurting D’Artangnan like he had.
During that one firefight, he wished that he’d never put his body over his to save him.
In all actuality, he should have let him die.
It would have been kinder.
Because living without him for the last seven and a half years had been so brutal that it had eroded him to absolutely nothing.
He was empty.
It caused him to break down to just a soulless man with nothing left to live or die for in his life.
“WHY!”he screamed. “Why did you bring him back to torment me? Why did you bring him back to take away what little I had left in me?”
There was still silence all around him.
The universe didn’t answer, and he knew it never would.
He was the laughingstock of fate, and this was just one more proven moment that he was the butt of the joke.
And Graham couldn’t do it anymore.
He simply didn’t have the strength to go on.
There was nothing left.
Meanwhile…
When Michael arrived back at the castle, he was staring at the monstrosity, and not sure why he’d come back here.
What did he plan on doing?
This was stupid.
After leaving the pub, he had this overwhelming need to get back on the bike, and head up the mountain to this monstrosity.
Why?
He had no idea.
Only, he’d learned through war and life that when the gut said do something, like duck, or run, you did just that.
So, here he was.
Now, he was about to face down Graham, and while he was still angry and hurt, he knew that he was in far better shape than the man was.
From what Finn had told him, and from what Callen had mentioned, he got a clearer picture.Add in the shit he’d heard in the pub bathroom…
Something had to be done.
