Evgeni picked up the pieces of the broken dagger and looked at it. It pierced the blighted skin on his hands and blood flowed down his elbows onto the white snow.

"Lobelia," He sobbed, "I can't believe we lost. Does that mean you'll leave me alone and I will forget about everything? So, all that meant nothing," He began crying and his tears fell on the dagger.

He cried as he looked at his blurred reflection on the silver dagger, "I'm sorry for not being someone I could have been. I'm sorry for never being strong enough to fight beside you. I'm sorry for always holding you back. I'm sorry...