Far away

ㅤ At that moment, something inside him broke. It froze for a moment and never moved. He stood in the darkness of the night before the corpse of an outright scoundrel, whose vile deeds did not at all clear Yuri’s conscience. There was coldness in Yuri's gaze, his soul was covered with a crust of ice. Only his heart burned. That night his life was divided into before and after. The next day, Yuri looked thoughtfully at his companions. They stood so close — he could have touched them, but at the same time they were so far away. It was as if Yuri could only hear the echo of their voices. He was in another world… Only Repede was nearby. Yuri saw him clearly — a witness to his darkness. But Repede couldn't respond, and his gaze was unreadable. The hardest thing was looking at Flynn and Estelle. They were blinding with light: so much had Yuri plunged into darkness — the quiet ordinariness. And life was going on somewhere on the sidelines, while his life was on pause. Sitting on the hill while the others slept in the camp, Yuri gazed at the moon. A cool breeze ruffled his hair. Faithful Repede sat nearby, which didn't stop Yuri from feeling completely alone. It didn't take long distances, it didn't take long periods of time to distance himself. A simple act was enough… Which Yuri was ready to commit again, following his justice, even if because of this he was destined for eternal life in the shadows. ㅤ