It had been three weeks sense Forkert killed Romulus. And though all the ancients missed Romulus dearly, his death only laid a heavy burden on Forkert and Joseph now. Today, we'll be following Forkert, and how much of a toll it took on him.

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This is all your fault. Forkert thought to himself. You killed him. You killed Romulus. You killed your best friend. You killed your brother.

Forkert hugged his knees tighter. Hot tears slithered down his cheeks. It just seemed like nothing could get worse.

He heard a knock on his door and looked up.

"Who is it?"

"It's Anty and Daggy." The Scandinavian accent of his friend Dagmar replied.

"Come in." Forkert sighed, closing his eyes to keep from crying.

The door opened with a creek and in stepped the Scandinavian and Russian. They walked over to Forkert, sitting on either side of him. Anton looked at his friend with a look of sympathy as he pulled Forkert into his lap, hugging him tightly. Dagmar did her part as well, taking the German's hand and rubbing it to comfort him.

"Forkert," Dagmar spoke in a soft voice. "Let it out."

Forkert didn't need to be told twice, he instantly clung to his friends, sobbing his eyes out.

Dagmar and Anton just hugged the German tightly, wishing they could do more. They hated to see their friend like this, and they were worried about what he would do to himself. They already lost one friend, they couldn't loose another.