It was more or less empty without her. He didn't really think anymore. He just went through the motions, and sometimes not even that. He was angry at first, it seems to be a common emotion from him. Then he just curled up in his bed and cried for what seemed like years. Then there came the emptiness. All his tears and rage had been pourn out of him, now the memories of her were just photos of an old friend. He thought about her, only her, sometimes he talked to the air, teasing the ice being that could no longer respond. He knew Shion was in mourning too, as well as the kingdom, but that meant nothing to him. Nothing meant anything to him anymore. It didn't matter his parents had returned. It didn't matter he was no longer a slave, a toy of an ancient demon god. It didn't even matter to him he was still alive. He looked at the three claws that had made their way out. They didn't shine any more, they were dull as lead. He scratched them across his arm, drawing lots of blood. They were still sharp, but he didn't feel the pain. He just sat there on the roof, scratching away at his arm. 'It must hurt,' he thought. 'But not more than losing her. I... i can't live without her. ... I won't live without her.' He fell back onto the roof, the sunset swirling around him. He looked over at his arm, not being able to process what the hard, white thing he was seeing under the blood was bone. Losing his balance, he slid off the roof. It didn't matter to him he was paralyzed now. It didn't matter to him he was bleeding to death. It didn't matter that a still weakened Matt was now leaning over him, crying. All that mattered to him, that made him feel a pang of sadness as his last emotion, was that he could hear Mizore crying too.