Seamus didn't want to hide anymore; more than anything, he wanted to be found.
Only then could he finally unleash the strange rage churning in his chest, a rage whose source he could no longer name.
Was it Viviane's death? The fact that he had been powerless to stop it? Or was it the bitter truth that, even after everything, he still followed Isolde's orders?
Maybe it was all of it at once.
At first, everyone questioned him about his sudden power–everyone except Isolde and Madeline–who either already knew the truth or simply didn't care so long as their goals were served.
Diane was bewildered, Leah wanted to cut him open to see what he was, and the Hunters watched him with suspicion and caution.
No one stood by him. He had never felt this alone. Perhaps it was because Viviane had always been there before, supporting him no matter what, except for his cheating, of course.
"Seamus!"
