"You've done enough today," Eric replied but not unkindly. He knelt to the corpse at his feet and moved to gather the head. The dark hair was strange in his fingers, but he ignored it. He had to ignore it. The head was placed on the chest, and Eric brushed his fingers over the opened lids to close them. Those dead brown eyes haunted his soul.
Then he scooped the corpse up into his arms, standing slowly with it. Blood soaked him instantly from both the severed head and the exposed stump from the neck. But he held t close to himself despite the leakage.
A turn and the hybrid headed slowly for the edge of the roof. The world felt like it was moving in slow motion all around him. He had to give the corpse a proper burial. It wouldn't be the cemetery in Detroit by any stretch, but he would make it as fitting as possible. He would make sure of it.
Bran cawed and pushed from the roof. He landed on Eric's shoulder, and cast a look back at Macklyn and Mara.