He found her in one of the cages, her expression frozen in the same likeness as the others, displaying anger, pain, terror and so much more, all at once.
He wondered just what she'd felt before her death, it must have been horrible.
Instinctively, he clenched his fist, his breath quickening while his eyes watered.
He thought it unfair, that she would suffer such a fate, but alas, it was the fate of the Nester family.
If only they'd met at least once… if only.
Ulysses closed his eyes and raised his head upward, allowing tears to stream down his cheeks.
He could dwell on questions like why she was in the Jester's kingdom but knew it was pointless.
He could blame their ancestor for not doing anything, for allowing her to suffer such a fate, but again… he knew it would be pointless.
If only there were something he could do that wouldn't be pointless.
Alas, he couldn't think of anything.
And so, he dropped to his knees and silently wept, mourning his mother in his heart.
