Kodlak was following his grandmother’s advice upon the first notice of his leg stump’s flesh starting to decay. He could not quite perceive Kanaya’s feelings about this sudden predicament, but the prince knew that this was odd. His wound was doing so well since Phobus’s war, only breaking open and bleeding slightly when he over-exerted himself, much like when he climbed up the ice caps and ran into Leona, lovely, lovely Leona. Kodlak sighed his pain away as he laid in his den, trying to fight this infection that likely came in tandem with the weird decaying flesh condition. Not many had come to visit him since this affliction, and with good reason, considering he eavesdropped on some rumors about the theta, his grandmother, also being sick, and that she had gotten it from him. Despite doing what was best and staying in his den, Kodlak felt…lonely. He wished for company, just for someone to talk to. The prince knew that if Leona was a member of Hawthorne, she would be tending to him, even if it was just sitting outside of his den and they had conversation from a distance. But he had heard nothing from her in the past few months – where had she gone? He whimpered quietly at the thought, which was cut short by violent coughs erupting from his maw. The fits never lasted long, but they always made him feel much worse, and much like the prior times, Kodlak laid his head down to try and take a nap, a few muffled coughs leaving his maw as he slowly drifted off into a never-ending sleep. Kodlak’s spirit looked at his corpse, and then to his ethereal body, noting one feature had changed – he had his leg back. Smiling softly to himself, Kodlak faded away, letting himself pass on.

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