Rowan stayed on the top of the mountain for the next few weeks, his eyes closed in deep meditation as he attempted to handle the damage in his psyche. Instead of attempting to suppress the pain, he was doing the opposite and taking it apart.
Suppressing the pain would be like looking away from a raging fire in one's own home and expecting it to vanish. No, if Rowan let this pain linger, it would fester and in time, he would become corrupted, his very Aura and Essence warped by this inestimable torture.
Shattering the destinies of his clones might seem incredibly harsh, but Rowan was not someone who would hold himself back from taking drastic actions if it was needed, even if it would hurt him.
