Sun looked down at his blood-stained hand, his body weary and drained from the fight.
He sank to the ground, his gaze fixed upon the unconscious form of Primus, now stirring awake in the fading light.
Words remained unspoken between them, heavy with the weight of their shared ordeal.
As the darkness deepened, Sun's silence echoed the unspoken apology in his heart.
His outstretched hand offered a meager gesture of solace, presenting a vessel of water to cleanse the evidence of their brutal confrontation.
Primus, hesitating at first, reached out and accepted the offering, their eyes briefly meeting in a fleeting moment of understanding.
Primus, his face now devoid of bloodstains, glanced at Sun, his eyes searching for any remnants of malice.
Sun, casting aside his bag, revealed the remaining provisions of water and food, a silent offering to aid Primus on his journey back.
"There is still some water and food for you to travel back," Sun stated, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and concern.
Primus, however, shook his head resolutely.
"I won't go without meeting Grandpa," he declared, his resolve unyielding.
A flicker of confusion crossed Sun's features as he questioned Primus' motivation.
"Why do you want to meet him?" he inquired, his tone a blend of curiosity and guarded suspicion.
"I have my own reasons," Primus responded cryptically, leaving the true depth of his intentions veiled and shrouded in mystery.
The air between them grew taut with unspoken tension, the unexplored secrets and conflicting desires laying the foundation for a subtle clash of wills.
"Why... just why do you even exist?" Sun's voice dripped with anger and frustration, his words laced with a seething resentment that consumed him.
The question hung in the air, charged with a bitter sense of disbelief.
Primus, broken, struggled to find the strength to respond. His body convulsed with pain, each breath a laborious endeavor.
With trembling lips, he mustered a feeble response. "I exist... for love," he managed to utter, his voice strained and barely audible amidst the chaos.
Sun's eyes bore into Primus, a mix of confusion and fury dancing within their depths.
He couldn't comprehend the motives that propelled Primus forward, defying all reason and logic.
The whirlwind of emotions within him swirled, fighting against the tumultuous reality that bound them together.
"Why?" Sun bellowed, his voice echoing with a blend of anguish and rage.
"Why do you insist on pursuing this futile path? Can't you see the devastation it brings? The pain... the suffering?" His words punctuated each syllable with an intensity that cut through the air like a serrated blade.
Primus, his body trembling with exhaustion, locked eyes with Sun.
Despite the torment that ravaged him, a flicker of determination ignited within his gaze.
"Because... because I believe in the power of love," he managed to utter, his voice faltering but resolute.
"Even amidst the darkness, it has the strength to heal, to overcome hatred and despair."
"I didn't want this... I really didn't," Sun's voice quivered with raw emotion, his words a reflection of his inner turmoil.
"I have my reasons, reasons why I can't let you meet him," he continued, a mixture of frustration and anger tainting his tone.
"I cannot let you do that."
A heavy sigh escaped Sun's lips as he gazed into Primus' eyes, tears welling up within his own.
"Alright," primus relented, a touch of resignation in his voice. "I won't meet him."
Primus, taking the bag offered to him, struggled to stand, his balance faltering.
Sun's words hung in the air, his intent to protect etched upon his face.
But Primus remained silent, his gaze fixed on the ground, grappling with the weight of their shared encounter.
"No hard feelings here," Sun spoke softly, a hint of vulnerability seeping into his words.
But Primus still did not respond, the unspoken tension between them lingering in the air like an invisible barrier.
Sun, reaching into his surroundings, plucked a sturdy branch from a nearby tree.
"Here, use this as a staff. It will help you walk properly," he offered, extending the makeshift support towards Primus.
It was a gesture, a tangible sign of care amidst their unspoken complexities.
With their paths now diverging, they set off in different directions.
Sun paused for a moment, looking back at Primus, his form gradually fading from view. A mix of longing and apprehension danced in his eyes, the unspoken connection between them aching with unresolved conflict and untold possibilities.
And with that final gaze, Sun disappeared into the distance, leaving Primus to navigate his own path, armed with the humble staff and burdened by the weight of their intertwined destinies.
Memories flooded Sun's mind, replaying a familiar tale of his own past.
He had once been the cherished one, the recipient of boundless love and adoration.
But when a new presence emerged, that love had shifted, leaving him to bear the weight of abandonment.
The sting of that experience reverberated through his thoughts, fueling his determination to protect himself from a similar fate.
"I can't let that happen," he whispered in the depths of his mind, his resolve solidifying.
As the night enveloped them, Sun's internal dialogue continued.
"What you did was right, Sun," he affirmed, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness.
"It was for you, and perhaps for him too. What you did was not wrong." Though conflicted, Sun acknowledged the difficult decision he had made.
The echoes of self-justification mingled with a glimmer of hope, reminding him that his actions were driven by a deeper sense of purpose.
The landscape stretched out before him, its contours hidden in the obscurity of night.
With each step, Sun retraced his path, retreating from the place that had held both conflict and connection.
His thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of emotions, wrestling with the complexities of his choices. Yet, beneath it all, a lingering sense of righteousness propelled him forward.
As he ventured into the enveloping darkness, the weight of his decisions and the uncertainty of their repercussions remained, silently accompanying him on his solitary journey back.