A shiver ran through Lynx seeing that Quil was truly dead.
" Quil?" Lynx called softly as if he was waking someone from a sleep.
" Again. Why? Why, why?" Lynx said softly his tears damping Quil's body.
"Just why?" Lynx repeated his tone a bit angered. An ocean of emotion swirled through Lynx, he knew them, it wasn't the first time he had felt them. Sadness, regret, anger, and the feeling of being useless. The feeling of being guilty that he was alive and someone had died before him while he stayed.
" Just why?"
" Please save Quil," Lynx said out loud probably talking to someone. " I'll do anything you want, just please save him," Lynx cried adding, but no response was heard.
" I hate this feeling," Lynx admitted. " Void," Lynx said suddenly giving whatever he was talking to a name, but still no answer.
" PLEASE!!!" Lynx screamed and the creatures that were still lingering took a step back.
