"You will have your family, Colin... but it won't be with me."
Sanria's words seared in Colin's mind. It was all crumbling... everything. Just when he had attained his dream it was falling apart. But then, had the dream ever been real? Or was it always just a dream? He had only wanted them to be happy and together as a family. But she had never truly been happy, not for more than moments at a time. Colin hadn't wanted to see that, but deep down, he knew.
"It's all just cruel." he lamented through his pained tears.
"... cruel? I just happen to lose my child and she just happens to give you one... I think that is fate pointing the clear path." Sanria said quietly.
Colin couldn't believe that. He refused to believe it. He knew what it was supposed to be. Him, Sanria, Orn, and their unborn child together, happily. It was ingrained so deeply within him but now it was all gone. Their unborn baby dead, the wrong woman pregnant, and Sanria done with the whole thing. He had lost it all.
Colin could feel the ice cold rage building within him, fueled even more by his grief and guilt, but he could no longer care. He was lost and hurt more than he thought possible. He would get answers. He knew the root of all of this pain. Throm. It was always Throm. He was happy before Throm. He was normal before Throm. As his vision began to narrow in darkness, he stormed from the kitchen and out of Sanria's home. Colin knew where he had to go.
Colin remembered nothing of his trip to the uth Bannon mannor, fueled the whole way by a frigid rage. He barely remembered crashing through the front doors, sending them flying into the walls on either side. Throm was there before him in the living room. He stood there, like the living embodiment of everything wrong in Colin's life. Throm tried to talk to Colin but it was all meaningless in his darkened rage. Colin knew nothing but pain and anger and he wanted it to end.
"Take it away. Take it all away. I can't live like this!" Release... death... something. "Do it!!!"
Colin tried to grab Throm but couldn't. A couch was thrown, crashing into the mantle. It wasn't enough. The rage was consuming Colin but he was powerless to stop it. He had lost too much.
"It's gone... it's all gone."
"You have a son. Another child on the way. I beg to differ, now come."
But Throm was wrong. The sorrow in Colin's soul was overwhelming and the icy anger seemed the only thing keeping him from being crushed by its weight. "The child... is dead. Kaliadra killed it." Colin's rage flared anew, pushing aside the sorrow. "Kaliadra!" He would find her. He would have his revenge.
In the darkened haze, Kalidra was there. She was no illusion. Colin grabbed her and lifted her up as if she were a doll. She would pay for what she had cost him. But she was crying. Her tears cut through the frozen rancor consuming Colin's entire being. It made him pause. From somewhere, Throm's voice registered, "No need to torment the woman Colin. If you're going to kill her just go and be done with it. Fair is fair and you'll probably feel better anyhow."
Throm. It wasn't Kaliadra who had ruined his life. It was Throm. Always Throm. Kaliadra was discarded, and the last thing Colin dimly remembered was turning to Throm. The cold darkenss within him extinguished all else. There was only rage, aggression, and murderous intent. Then, nothing.
