Logan sat on the edge of his bed the next day, dark circles under his eyes as he glanced at the time.
He got up from his bed, stretching before walking to the balcony.
The sun stood high on the horizon, shining softly on the snowy streets.
He hadn't slept much.
Arnar's words echoed in his head over and over again.
'Someone has to stand between kids like that and whatever crawls out of the ocean.'
He thought back to his own life.
Sure, he'd seen people die all around him. But never like that, never something this personal.
Hell, most of his life he'd practically spent without family or even anyone to care about at all.
'Maybe that's why it hit so hard,' he thought, running a hand through his hair.
Staring out at the reflection of the ocean ahead, Logan shook his head.
"What am I even doing here?" he muttered.
He wasn't searching for an answer or a reward.
Just for a way to get rid of the conflicting feelings in his chest.
