It had been almost two months since the Reaper's life had been ruined. Things were beginning to settle down, or so it seemed, from the chaos of everything that had happened that night. K'uavaen had brought all the children to Atricis to the care of V'an as Locke had dealt with the person who had betrayed them. He'd left his warning and his calling card to the Justicars with their informant before leaving Walled Hold, but he knew his work there was far from over.
First, though he had to deal with the children without roping V'an into too much of what was going on. He'd managed to find most of them homes outside of New Atricis so they wouldn't raise attention. Then, the more difficult part of telling the leaders about Kent's death. Between himself and Wraith they came up with a likely story involving felines and left the part about I'ent and K'uavaen being there out. With Wraith's help, he had managed to look like feline's had gotten a hold of him and killed Kent.
Locke had kept his head low for the next several weeks. No doubt the commotion of the child slave rings being taken down would cause enough talk, but the blatant threat against the Justicars by the Reaper himself was also something that wouldn't be ignored. Every fiber in Locke begged him to forget about caution and simply go to Walled to exact his revenge for the death of his beloved, but intellect and turns of being cautious won out, so he waited. In that time life felt...like nothing. All he did was go through the motions of things he used to do...things that used to make him happy.
He spent time with the children, but he honestly couldn't look at them without thinking of Kent, so more and more often he sent them to the creche at night so he could drink alone. Faith and Hope had taken the news hard, though they understood what death was. Colten was too little, thankfully, to understand. Children had been one of the things that he and Kent had always agreed upon and they had showered their little family with so much love and attention. Now...he could barely stand playing with Faith and Hope, though he managed to put on a fake smile. It wasn't for them, not entirely, but for Kent who would have wanted him to keep being the father he always was for them.
Yesterday, though, he'd finally been able to do something more than play through the motions of being a grounded rider and stay-at-home father. Yesterday he had finally decided it had been enough time since last being in Walled, so he and Wraith had returned at night. They had only just returned long enough for Wraith to find a spot in the pavilion to rest at and his rider enough time to change clothes and get a quick bath before he heard a knock at his door. He threw a towel on and went to see who could possibly be wanting to see him now. He guessed it was likely I'ent or V'an.
He questioned as he opened the door to his the dayhandler and former street rat. "Come in...I guess."
He gestured for him to come in with one hand as the other kept a hold of the towel about his waist, then he shut the door behind him. After so many turns of being a grounded rider and getting to be, basically, a stay at home husband, Locke kept the habit of keeping his apartment clean, though now there were some empty bottles on the kitchen and klah table. "What can I do for you?"
He asked as he moved to the table and poured what was left in one of the bottles into a glass. The scars on his back and few on his front torso were plainly visible, but so too were new scrapes and bruises.