I wish I understood what Lionkit meant that night.

I could've saved him. 

My brother. My friend, Lionkit, was lost. 

He stopped protecting me. 

He would act strangely: muttering things to himself, gazing at things that weren't even there. 

He was distant. 

Sometimes, he would disappear during the night and return with raw wounds the next morning. 

There were days he wouldn't even talk to me. 

That's when he disappeared... from life.