Depression, My New Obsession. My Home Sweet Home.

From the time Batkit was adopted into his new clan, he knew it would just be trouble.
The flames still burned crisply in his mind whenever he let his eyes doze off to sleep, the terrorized screams and wails piercing his ears as he watched his loved ones helplessly, paralysed with fear as they fell to their cremated death.
When the memories didn't remind him, his clan mates did.
He was alone.
He always was.
He always will be.