Third Person's POV
When Aether held the remains of the pregnant woman in his trembling arms...
When he heard the wet sound of flesh falling from her broken body and striking the ground...
When his own eyes were forced to witness that torn flesh... alive and dead at once... something inside him fractured beyond repair.
It was not grief alone.
It was not rage alone.
Something inside him made him remember... what he was... who he had always been beneath the fragile mask of restraint.
His eyes flickered violently between pure white and bottomless black, as if two opposing abysses were fighting for dominion over his soul.
His emotions were twisted beyond reason, tangled with horror, fury, guilt, and a fear so raw it tasted disgusting in his throat.
This was not the same as Sandra. Not the same as Raven. Not like the others he had lost before.
