As Syrioh layed in bed next to his wife, Ellsa, he leaned up and sat down. His right hand reached up to pat his bandaged left shoulder.
He thought about the fight, he thought about a lot of things. What he should have done, what he could have done. What he shouldn't have done. And then he began thinking about what happend around him. And a few specific things that popped into his mind stayed.
