This is an extra bit I’m thinking of adding to Wheelchair Wars. It’s after the Gargantuan battle.

The following time-cycles were filled with sorrow. Timothy was filled with an emptiness, each death replaying in his mind. He kept thinking that he had seen one of his fallen comrades, only to feel sick moments later with the realization he would never ever see any of them again. They were gone and would not be returning.

Still, he turned up for practice. All eyes fixated on one of the “heroes” that had killed a Gargantuan. Audrey did not appear, and with no new teammates allocated, he sparred alone with his shadow.

His dad had little to say except, “You should go to see her. She’s not leaving her room or eating.”

Timothy didn’t reply, instead staring into the distance.

I don’t feel like a hero. Or, that we won.

It was the fifth time-cycle, and Timothy found himself sparring alone again. His jaw clenched as rage boiled through his body.

He drove out of the hall, and towards Audrey’s room, knocking hard on her door.

Silence.

Knocking again he shouted, “I know you’re in there, Audrey.”

A weak, muffled voice replied. “What do you want? Leave me alone.”

With that, he departed to the hall.

“It’s time to practice. I expect to see you in the hall in five minutes. We won the battle, and I’ll not let you sully it.”