Narrative: Thierry
Thierry had spent ten years in relative solitude.
The Final Battle had broken his spirit. Watching his dream of a better world crumble. The world being restructured. Vampires taking over. Humans being turned into slaves.
Having Hannah die in his arms.
He hadn't recovered, cutting off contact from even Nilsson and Lupe, not being able to face them. Not after the way he'd let them down. The way he'd let them all down. Every human who was enslaved. Every witch or shapeshifter that was now lower class. Every vampire that had a human soulmate. He hadn't been able to help them.
As he watched the seconds tick down to signal the end of a decade of the Nightworld's regime, Thierry couldn't help but wish things had been different.