His toes were in the water.

He watched as the current passed and thought of all the symbolism that did along with it.

You could never cross the same river twice. Still waters run deep.

Yes they were true, but as he sat there, feet sinking into the mud. They felt empty.

Everything felt empty. It had since… since dying.

He closed his eyes, Willing his attention back into his feet. Away from arms and chest. Even as he had cast aside the mockery of Kine plumage the feeling remained. Shame. Constriction.

Separation.

He ran his fingers through the current. Willing… wanting… to feel it between his fingers. To feel…

He took a staggered breath. Purposeful. Grateful…. False.

He just wanted to melt away. Into his want, his comfort, his blood.

JC breathed in sharply, pulling his flesh quickly into shape before it could dissolve.

And sobbed, not with tears or diaphragm, but from the lose of what could have been… for eternity.