Slowly, the red beast started to shrink. Since his worries lessened, the same was happening for Oswald.
Finally he could heave a sigh. The many lives he had taken anew left his indestructible muscles twitching. Now he had the time to wonder on his actions, reasoning, and everything Laurel told him before the night.
He felt alone. There was no one around him for a few kilometers away, his mother was in the camp with Tom and he had to wait for Laurel to wake up. He had the time to shed a tear to his misery. Never before did he feel the weight of loneliness. With his friend unconscious, there wasn't anyone to relate on his acts. The difference between the freedom he one wished for and the beastly instincts that pushed him to wake up in the middle of a battlefield was a lot for him to handle.
