He staggered a few steps forward again before falling and landing upon his knees. A roar tore from his throat leaving it ragged and raw. It felt as if his soul had been ripped from his chest and battered upon the rocks as forcefully as a ship caught within a storm. Just like that ship he felt himself sinking beneath the deep waves of fury and despair that pounded over and through him. In that second he knew that Genny was gone. Another bellow tore from him, something within him shattered and fractured apart. He could feel the pieces of himself scattering around him, pieces he would never be able to put back together. Agony swept over him, forcing his head down as he was bent double by the weight of the emotions tearing through him. His knuckles rested on the ground, he didn't require air to breathe but his shoulders were still heaving as the muscles in his forearms bulged. His teeth ground together, his fangs burst free of his mouth as uncontrollable rage consumed him.
