Warrens breathing hitched as he lived the memories again. Over and over it ran behind his eyes. The feelings flew through him only to loop around over and over again....... The pain was the worst.... The pain he had never recovered from.<br/><br/>Kais voice and soft touch broke the wave but it barely went away it was still there. He looked at her and the pain of the loss finally hit his eyes. He knew she would see it in the bond. The wolf who had killed her own son.... His son......<br/><br/>"Her...." His voice was a whisper. Low and almost a moan. It held the pain he held inside. The pain of a man that had once begged for death to end the misery. He stared at her as tears ran. He couldnt say anything. Couldnt express the pain.<br/><br/>He glanced at Brandt as the man shifted closer.<br/><br/><-Brandt-><br/><br/>Brandt almost cried at the pained word. But the tears did it..... He had never seen the big man cry. He was his brother, a warrior...... They'd both served in a hellish war...... Seen things many men had broken from...... But it had never fazed Warren..... Whoever this "Her" was.... She had hurt Him deeper, emotionally and physically than anything they had ever seen together on a battlefield. He stepped closer, trying to lend his presence to sooth Warren.