The Boy from the Bunker - Season 6

Episode One, Part 3:

Episode One, Part 3:
D a y s   A p a r t

Truth is, though our days are through, 
there's a part of me that's a part of you. 

What was colours and blues fade under 
layers of new. But I'm not sure if I want them to. 

After making sure the area was clear, Wynn wondered over towards the door to the Bunker, dropping his bag down beside the cave that disguised the entrance. Surrounding it, there were several makeshift headstones - all in place of someone in his family that was no longer around. Like always, Wynn sat himself down in front of Ares' grave. Despite not actually being buried there, Wynn still felt close to him somehow - like if he wanted to talk to his brother, this is where he would come. 

Next to Ares' stone, there was one marked with their sister's name. It was an uncomfortable sight to see, especially considering she was still alive, but they had put it up when Targo were still around to add more believability to their story. The only reason they hadn't taken it down was for the unreasonable fear that some of their people would wander back around and put the pieces together when they realised that she didn't have a place among their dead. 

Martha and Kane had both had their own headstones, as well - after all, their mum had died in their arms, and they spent their first year on the Ground not knowing what had happened to their dad; but at some point after losing Ares, Wynn had scratched their names from the rock then pulled their stones out of the ground, disregarding them in a location he quickly forgot about. You couldn't do what they had done to their own children and still be called family. Wynn refused to have their names next to his brother, knowing how much Ares would have resented the idea if he had known about it. 

Having been quiet for a while, just trying to latch onto a memory of his brother, Wynn found the courage to speak. Even though he was gone, Ares felt like the only person that Wynn could confide everything in. He was either so preoccupied in being the Sovereign, or he was so focused on ensuring that he was raising Quill and Elara that he wouldn't allow them to see how deeply he was still suffering. When he came here - to the graves - he didn't have to be the big brother anymore. He could just be Wynn. He could be vulnerable. 

"It was 8 months yesterday," he said, knowing by heart how many days his brother had been gone for. "That means its almost been 8 months since I lost Sol, as well. It's a different kind of hurt than you. There's no closure. No dream I've had of her where I could imagine she's found any peace..." 

Wynn dropped his head, bending his knees as he sat on the dirt, leaning his elbows against them to prop himself up. "I've been thinking about going there," he confessed. "To Targo, I mean. Their City... You know I'm a Sovereign, now; I can leave camp or do things on my own accord. There's no one I need permission from. Well, except Kodiak and Dreea; we're a team. But I could organise a group to go with me, I could plan a route through the DeadLands, but..." He was getting too hopeful, needing to pull himself back to earth before he got ahead of himself. "Everything's changed, Ares. I feel like everyone's forgotten about her and as they're moving on, I'm being left behind. How is that possible? I don't..." Wynn scrunched up his nose, desperately trying to fight off his tears. "I don't understand how to move on - how people do it. It doesn't make any sense to me. I keep trying, but I just fall back into that same mindset of the night she left." 

He always left a pause after he spoke. As if waiting for his brother to speak, searching for his voice in his head. He was lucky that he could still remember exactly how Ares' sounded, and at times, he could string sentences together that he wanted to hear in Ares' voice. At times, he forgot it wasn't real.