Lazarus

The games had truly ended sourly for him, and his mind was left filled with questions with no answers. Months had passed since then, and his clone had not acted yet. He hadn't seen Wither since that night at the ball either. It seemed strange that she would appear so suddenly to see him and Shujin, and disappear without a goodbye. He didn't want to think too much into it. She had her own life. His own life was something he needed to re-evaluate. With the passing time, it was indeed apparent that he was going to be a father. The combination of everything going on, fighting for attention in his brain had totalled him. He sat in the guild hall, face slumped onto the bar counter, as if he was trying to evade all responsibility.