WARNING: Self-harm, blood

Remus tapped on the glass sharply.

"Hey!" He yelled up to the brig door. "You do realise I could be escaping down here, right?!"

There were angry footsteps on the planks above him before the door to his cell flew open. It was the captain.

"Oh, you're new."

"And you're wasting our time." She said, brushing her hair out of her face. "Janus needed some time to clear his head and as you are clearly not escaping, I think you'll be fine."

"I could still be escaping, you know!" Remus yelled as the captain closed the brig door. "I'm going to escape." He muttered to himself. "I just need that stupid human down here and-"

Everything seemed to rush out of him then, cutting him off mid-sentence. He honestly wasn't surprised when the emptiness settled. It had been happening for a while now and he thought he could recognise it now.

"I'm not surprised." Remus thought now. "Logan's been spending so much time with that childish creature of a human and he's never been close to me in the past before. It's not surprising."

Remus waited. And waited. And waited. He waited for a while. The intervals between feeling and emptiness had been growing longer and longer and he'd been growing more patient. Of course this interval was going to be longer. Still, he waited.

Usually now, he'd start feeling a dull panic settle in but he felt nothing and that would've panicked him even more. Still, he felt nothing but emptiness and a low bitterness hidden under the void of the emptiness. This interval was really a lot longer than any other.

Remus looked up in surprise as he realised that the sun was setting.

Had he fallen asleep?

"No," he thought as he rubbed his eyes, "I don't fall asleep when it's light. I don't ever fall asleep when it's light."

Then why had the day slipped by him like it had? Usually, spending hours alone in a lonely glass prison in a lonely wooden cage would've felt like spending a millennia in the same situation. But it hadn't. The day hadn't dragged by at all, instead it had slipped through his fingers. Like foam curling off the edge of the waves.

"What have I been doing all day?" He murmured to himself as he rolled his head around, hearing his neck crack a couple of time. "I can't just have been sitting here all day."

But what if he had? Doing nothing seemed to have taken up an awful lot of his time ever since he'd been captured.

What was going on? First he'd lost everything inside him for a while and now... everything was still gone. He wasn't back to feeling like himself.

Remus clawed at his markings frantically. He watched the black strands of his blood float up to rest on the top of the water and looked at his markings with wide eyes.

He'd always described his markings as dead before but now they really were dead. They were usually dark green, yes, but still visible against black. Now the black of his blood and the green of his markings were nearly identical.

He clawed at his chest, scratching little x's all over where his heart was meant to be. Nothing. He could feel none of what he was doing.

It'd had really happened this time. It was laughable, really. Something he'd only thought happened in cautionary tales had happened to him.

Remus had lost his soul.

Ah yes, the angst.
*sips angst tea*
Deee-licious. But seriously, writing emotionless characters is hard.
Bye,
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