Erik sat numbly as the doctor spoke the words he had dreaded. A night passed, yet no change ca. Lucius was gone.
Erik stared at the floor, his mind shutting down. His mother was dead; his father just went to her.
Around him, friends bowed their heads in shared grief. Their presence offered little comfort -no solace could fill the hole now torn in Erik's soul.
Through the haze of grief, Erik caught sight of June's mournful expression.
His clone shared Erik's sense of loss, having experienced Lucius' love through Erik's mories.
"Master..." June's voice was heavy with sorrow, while his eyes were filled with pain.
Erik glanced up at June, his clone's face crumpling with grief.
June's usually mischievous eyes were dull and filled with tears, his lips pressed together to contain his emotions.
Erik understood his clone was experiencing as much anguish as he was.
The difference was that June had not spoken with Lucius. However, this also saved him from the heartache of witnessing his father in such a dire state.
The sight of June's sorrow, though, increased Erik's own pain; he knew his clone felt Lucius' loss as deeply as him.
He wasn't the only one. All of his clones were in a similar situation.
Lucius' death left an emptiness within them that no words could ever fill.
Erik nodded at June's words, but they were just that, words, and they changed nothing. Lucius was gone, dead, because of what Volkov did to him.
Erik killed, mutilated, and lied. Yet, he couldn't kill innocent people. He could not kill healers to steal their powers.
He was never able to force himself to take that step or jump that cliff, even though he was still full of wrath and loathed everyone in New Alexandria. Erik never managed to.
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