The Chief simply watches. Watches, as the rabid wolf chows down on the blue bunny he knows so well. He sees the way the rabbit contorts, the way he whimpers and whines and squeals, sees the way teeth sink into flesh, torn open by a diseased maw.
There's a blank bleakness in the Chief's eyes as he watches, stood an arms length away. Specifically at that, considering there are two blue arms laid at his feet. It's almost mocking. He feels his ears twitch as the slashing, the mutilation, continues.
It isn't long before the body is torn open. It stops moving, finally, finishing the suffering of it. Residents simply stand by in awe and disgust, yet none rush to help. They all know it has no time left, there's nothing to salvage anymore.
He's watched him die over and over, every day. A rabid wolf attack that he can never stop, a loop that keeps progressing. He's immune to the sight of his body parts and entrails strewn around. He's used to the sight of his lovers death. What's the point in saving someone that will be killed again? What's the point in getting close when he wont remember it the next time it all resets? Gets wiped away?
What's the point in even bothering to wake up when it'll be for naught? He's nothing, just the one that remembers. Even his own death doesn't phase him anymore.
Sometimes he wishes he'd stay that way. Dead.
With a sigh, the Chief simply remains there as the corpse bleeds out, mingling with the pulsating sand that claims the island.
At arms length away. Just like he keeps Stumbler.
An arms length away.
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