Slow steps crunched against the snow in the forest. Only one was currently roaming in the woods, save for the occasional deer or bird. The feeling of the wind that breathed against his neck did not help soothe his nerves. Not right now. In his right hand, he dragged an eastern blade; a katana. He had sought some way to calm him, the events from earlier still clear in the Brood's mind.
"I'll be packing my stuff and moving out."
Flinching some, Milo glanced up and paused his walk. A tree, rather tall and leaves flashing red, stood in the way of the wanderer. Milo did not walk into it, though he was rather close. He stared for a moment.
"She is gone," he muttered to himself. He was trying to figure out, however, as to why she acted that way. Suddenly, he lifted his blade and struck it against the tree; a small cut appearing in the bark.
"Why…"
He had asked himself that a couple of times before he had sent another strike at the tree. "Why are you acting like this?" he muttered. Another strike at the tree. "Why did you walk away?" He struck the tree again. After a moment, he then started striking at the tree, calm yet violently. "What the fuck did you do that made you act this way?!"
The swings and strikes were reckless as the tree bark flung from the tree as the blade of the katana made contact with the tree. After another strike, he fell to a knee with a grunt. He sent a single punch to the tree with his prosthetic metal hand before he hung his head, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.
"What did I do to start all this? What did I do to make you walk away?"
Milo asked himself those questions. The other day, things appeared alright. Upon her walk-in today, from the ice-cold smirk to the comments and insults thrown at each other, it was clear that something had happened, and in some form, in his mind, it somehow involved him. He leaned his head against the tree, taking a rather shaky sigh.
"What did I do to make you walk away...and how could I let myself watch?"
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