Theseus had not left his study room, not even for one second after he saw Allias disappear right in front of his eyes. The fire was slowly burning and his eyes were staring at the dancing flames, he was not actually seeing them though. His vision blurry the image of Allias resting on his couch while reading a book was torturing him. A ghost was walking right in front of him, or simply just his mind playing trick on him, intensifying his pain.
He was the one who had kicked him out, he was the one who gave up easily and he couldn't stop blaming himself for it. The thought of being too late, the pain of losing him forever was mind breaking. He had died once and the general lived in such a cold winter for so long he had forgotten to smile but now he would be the one that ruined everything. Allias would be alive, broken with a plagued soul and he wouldn't be the one that ruined it.
