Darryl walked through the Eclipse District, the aftermath of the fight on Crimson Row evident all around him. Buildings lay in ruins, and the residents were hard at work, rebuilding their homes and businesses. Darryl lent a hand wherever he could, using his strength to lift heavy debris and his charm to lift the spirits of those around him.
As he worked, memories flooded his mind. He thought about his rocky relationship with Damien. They were close, in a way only comrades who had faced life-and-death situations together could be. Yet, sometimes, he felt like Damien didn't understand him at all. The way Damien seemed indifferent to Jaden's death gnawed at him.
"Hey, Darryl, can you give me a hand with this?" a resident called out, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, sure thing," Darryl replied, moving to help lift a large piece of rubble.
