Who: Shiloh
What: Narrative
Where: Coming home
When: After this
Warnings: Normal Shiloh mention things and Biblical nonsense

Shiloh had spent two days in the dark.

Dark alleys, dark abandoned warehouses, dark corners of dark places, thinking dark things.

He didn't work, because he was afraid someone would arrest him. He didn't go inside anywhere with food, or lights, or people, because he was afraid someone would come and arrest him. He hid, and he waited for someone to find him... and arrest him.

While he waited, he thought about Trenton, and he thought about Aaron, and he thought about Mother. Mother. Mother.

He was scared.

He hadn't been scared since Aaron was born, since Aaron had died that first time, since Aaron had been dinner, since the vultures. It was the last time he could remember being so frightened that he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't breathe now. Again.

It wasn't just Lazarus, Trenton, Lazarus. It was Aaron, Aaron, Aaron as well.

Aaron, who he was meant to watch over.

Aaron, who he was meant to protect.

Aaron, who had been angry at him for days, days, weeks, days.

Aaron, who he was failing, and who he knew he was failing, but who he didn't know what to do for. Didn't know, didn't understand, didn't.

As he hid, the fear built and welled up and crashed.

Over.

Over.

Again.

Trenton was Lazarus. That wasn't so hard to understand. Mother said the Bible was real. Lazarus was real. Lazarus was Trenton.

Aaron was...

was...

was...

Aaron was his little brother.

On the third day, he left the darkness, and he found his way back to Bellum Letale.