Rythian could not believe he did it.

He could not believe he had caused it.

In his rage, Rythian had sent her away. Zoey, his Zoey, was now somewhere else. Probably dead. And it was his fault. All his fault. He was the only one to blame. Then, one night, he found her.

(Tags are for the future. This fic contains Zoethian, Dunkim, and references to Sjips and Xephmadia, probably. Also, spoilers for Rythian's Tekkit. Just a warning.)