Knights Against the Night Part 31

Dead.

Suddenly a lot became clear.

She was dead.

Who? Bolt didn't know.

Did it explain Chester? Freddie? Maybe. Well yes, to be prefectly honest, they were mourning.

Not everything, but some of it.

Was this why he hadn't been given the file? Was this why everything about this family seemed off? Was this why there was such sadness in this household?

Some of it. He didn't have the full story yet.

He didn't have any of the story yet.

Who was she? Why did Freddie get Chester? Why was Chester so determined to protect Freddie, even at a cost to himself?

They had covered what to do when a child died. It had been glossed over.

Guilt fluttered in his gut. The mouse he had spoken to had some of the same darkness in him that Chester carried.

If your assignment died, if you were abandonned, if you could, return to the workshop.

Return. Teach. Take command over the youngsters. There was plenty of jobs that could do done. Plenty of gaps.

So few toys returned.

Did the others stay to watch over siblings? Did they descend into the Darkness? Did they give up and die?

Maybe.

It didn't make sense.

Why would anyone make that choice?

What would happen if they didn't?

Some radicals in the academy thought that if your assignment died, you were praitaclly dead. Might as well lie down and die.

There was so much he didn't understand.

Bolt didn't know what to think.

She was dead. Chester was still here, still fighting, slowly losing himself to the dark.

There had to be a way of stopping it. There had to be a way of saving the old rabbit.

Bolt thought long and hard before making a decision.  He needed advice. He had to ask.

He had a letter to write.