The guilt rings loud in his ear, soft droplets of salty tears mixed with a tinge of regret. Feelings drown out in a wave of booze and drunken nights, a single question he knows he should be able to answer, and he would. Maybe it's his sins crawling back up his spine, early mornings of sleepless eyes and caffeine in a cup, the smell of the sea comforting him as he drinks away a hangover. His stolen wings ruffle again, a small reminder he can't keep running. But he still has time before everything catches up, might as well make the most of it. Because In the end, everything's going to fall and is going to be no one's fault but his own.