you can set yourself on fire
If there was one thing he needed, it wasn't love, or a pretty face. It would be a friend. A voice of reason, that whispered to him he wasn't crazy. He wasn't alone. This would pass like all the rest. That he had already made it through the hardest days of his life, and he would live through these. One day he'd look back grateful for what the changes had brought upon him. Screw that.
How he was tired to see his efforts seem so meaningless. It was hard to hold onto the little spark of things would be better. Especially with the sharp coldness that tore through him. Perhaps it would kill his heart, his last pieces of warmth and light.
There was a pause in his step. He could make it back if he wanted to, but he didn't feel the need. Ears perched upon his crown, the sound of the falls tugged at him, and pulled him in the other direction.
He had thought he'd felt alone after departing the lowlands. At least he had come to find he was needed again. Elettra giving him purpose, to serve her, and keep the Ridge standing. Now, she was another ghost that haunted him. Another one he had failed. Pangur, is this my punishment? For not staying in the Reach? For not helping Rook rebuild the Hollow? For letting Morganna go? Karma was a bitch for sure, but he hadn't thought himself so terrible to have another wreck to salvage.
He clicked his teeth together, an exasperated huff following. Maybe, his problem was he tried too hard, and everything had to backfire. A cold laugh cut across the silent trees, but they seemed to pay him little mind like the rest. That was going to change. For the time he settled himself on a snow covered stone, perched like a Spinx statue, letting the rush of the water try to drown his thoughts.