That vacant look had been in his eyes for quite some time now.. it was a drastic change from what they used to look like.. shimmering blue pools of curiousity and fear. Now they were voids. The boy's delicate, beautiful body was littered in scars and recent cuts, some still even a bit wet with blood. On the back of his right shoulder blade was something branded into his flesh.

When he spoke, it sounded almost distant, "..I feel guilty...Because I don't think I can love him, any more. I think I've lost my ability to do that. To care, even. Everything's just.." He paused, "...everything hurts..." He smiled slightly, then, a sad smile that brought back his past essence for a mere moment. He subsided once again into a zombie.

"...so I wonder..what am I, now? Who, really? I miss being real. I miss being alive. I suppose I'm nothing more than a shell..."