Day Three

[Retane]

He hadn't stopped to mourn the loss of his friend. He hadn't really stopped to think about what had went through Jack's head as it all had transpired. The warrior just kept walking. Looking around, hoping to keep a promise. But a lot of his pain was settling in as his adrenaline was fading, and the namek was glad for it. He blamed himself for Jack's death. The Leader of the Horsemen knew his comrade was getting ancy, and thought it would lift his spirits to let him have a test run with it. He didn't know it would grasp ahold of him so quickly. The thing must have been feeding off so much of the namek's own negative energy that perhaps it was fate.

Retane felt guilt, but still wouldn't let the thing go. It made him even feel guiltier. He carried the glaive, the item that had pierced the Guardian's abdomen and took his life. Everything the namek had done had lead up to that moment. That moment where he had killed Jack Frost.

The warrior didn't even get to ask the ice wielder how it had felt to take his first life. The look in his eyes showed that he had become something much darker even before he had done so. Now Retane had to wonder where his friend was and how he was feeling. It was the Emerald Warrior's fault that Frost wasn't as innocent as he once was. It would be the namek's fault if Jack never smiled that nervous mile. It would be his fault if Jack never played a joke on Arith again.

It would be his fault.

The crimson item hidden and strapped to his back seemed to glow warm. The warrior pulled it out and looked at it. Retane felt guilty for his comrades death and all the pain he had felt and would soon be feeling, and this thing would be the answer for it all. Retane would accept the pain and agony of it soon. He would do it because maybe i would make him forget. Perhaps it was something he deserved. The namekian strapped it back to his shoulders and let out a sigh as he looked up wondering if Jack could hear him..

"It should have been me, my friend. I'm sorry that we couldn't be the last two. I'm sorry I, again, had to be the one to take an ally's... a comrade's... a fellow Horsemen's... A friend's life. You never were a sidekick. As I told you before, where you go, I go. And we will go standing side by side. Never shall you think of yourself as a sidekick again..." The namekian looked down as he finished aand closed his eyes. The namekian materialized a black cloak over himself. It was black with only a single snow flake on upon the left arm.