In short, he was a mess. God he was a mess. A dry chuckle-though it sounded more like a sob-ground out of his chest. He dragged a frozen hand across his face, the sensation uncomfortable but bearable. Sniffing his nose, he willed his broken voice to work, whispering to no one, "Why did you have to go?" Set during Season 1, warning: character death, blood, and sadness.