He was almost home when he noticed the blood smeared all over him. He transformed to scrub the blood off of him.

  He paused as he remembered the struggle to get him to be quiet...he remembered the life fade from his eyes. And he remembered his own rage turning him blind from the pain he wore.

  He was supposed to feel good. Wasn't this all supposed to make him feel good?

  He didn't know what to feel.

  He felt nothing. Like he was just as cold and emotionless.

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  He shook the thoughts away and finished scrubbing off, then returned home. He thought he wasn't alone, until hed seen a silhouette sit on a rock outside their secret entrance.

  "Hey." The kind voice of Shadow said. Zack smiled and greeted back.

  "Where did you go? You've been gone a while." Shadow asked him cheerfully.

  "Oh, I just.....went on a stroll!" Zack said.

  "I see." Shadow looked out into the wilderness around them. "Are you doing okay?"

  Zack brushed it off, and shrugged. "Yeah, just fine."

  Shadow nodded. Zack turned back to him. "What about you? What are you doing out here this late?"

  Shadow shrugged. "Can't sleep."

  Zack tilted his head. "More nightmares?"

  Shadow nodded sadly. "It comes and goes. I'll be fine."

  Zack felt sympathy for him. He decided to turn back to the entrance and walked in. "You coming?"

  "Not quite yet." Shadow replied.

  "Well, goodnight."

  "You too!"