He had to get past this disaster of the soul. It was painful, it was earth shattering. His very self was lost among the spirits of other world, and he was left as but part of what he once been. But he would recover. He was like a gecko that has lost their tail. He would regenerate, though it would never be the same. Souls had a very strange way of working. His first bonding with Akasha was short and just as painful, yet pain tends to fade with the passage of time. The pain was intense now, his soul would scab over but in time, he would heal. He had to, for the little piece of Pompeii left behind in the form of Vega.

The wolf before him seems to tremble before him, sobbing in pain from the loss of Pompeii. His words made little sense to the ears of Yojimbo as he looks down upon him with his light blue eyes. He, being the imprint of Pompeii, didn't even shatter to a pile of tears upon the ground. It was his job to stay strong, emotionally, in a time of crisis. It was his nature to be calm and collected despite the pain he feels inside. He tries his best to absorb the urge to sob with the boy. No, he must stand tall, he must stand strong even though his eyes give away the way he feels deep on the inside.

His mind had warped to where he knew not how much time had passed. The sound of Isola's growl filled the air and he turned his head quickly to caught her as she flows like an angel between he and the boy. She is strong with her growl of absolute authority. It only occurs to Yojimbo then, that he has the scent of Iromar upon his fur. He had no known if this boy were a threat and his mind, so different from his usual state, did not register anything unless he thought it related to Pompeii. He had failed to enforce the laws of the pack for Isola. He failed to push out a potential threat due to his blindness from Pompeii's death. He was frozen in place, muscles still like that of a statue. But Isola was here to bring him back to life again. He had not noticed her movements until she came in contact with him. Her white form made his blood move once more, his form losing the tension as he slightly turned his head her way. Her light voice comes his way. It is difficult to find comfort in this moment, yet she is likely his only friend in the world who could ease him. Finley. She had experienced the same with Finley, though it is known that the males feel the tug of the imprinting more than the females did, it was still a terrible, small comfort to share in pain.

Her body leaves his to lean in towards the boy, the boy who lay in shambles before them. She growled at him before, but Isola is not one without compassion. Isola is a woman so kind, and he knew this from the moment he met her as a young pup. She speaks of how Pompeii will never be forgotten in the land of Diveen, and this will ring true, for Yojimbo will not forget her as long as he resides here. Vega will not forget, and Vega is forever a part of Pompeii. Pompeii lives on through her daughter, and this should be celebrated. All die at some point in this journey called life. Pompeii was meant to give birth to Vega and go on to do other things, unknown to the likes of the wolves mourning her death. Yojimbo listens to the words of Isola, and with her words he nods his head slowly. She then turns again, her voice aiming for his ears to speak of Vega, and he knew. He knew he must be the stone in Vega's life. He must be steady for her. Slowly he closed his blue eyes in acknowledgement, almost coming to peace for a moment until...until Vega begins to whimper behind them. His ears fall upon his skull and his eyes open in complete horror.

Yojimbo let his gaze meet Isola's, with a look that no one would ever want to see on another's face. Such agony, simply thinking of what he must tell Vega. Yet he toughens up after a second. He must be strong, but he cannot be everything Vega needs. She needs the milk of a mother, something Yojimbo could never provide himself. His lips part slowly, his words spilled filling the air with his deep voice.

"Isola...Mother's milk, she needs it. I can not give her this...Isola...I..." he said, doing his best to hold together, doing his best to ask her and yet, asking her is solidifying the situation even more in his head. Yojimbo gulps, hearing the boy sob next to them, hearing the whines of his own daughter. Pain was all around. Weakness within all, and Yojimbo had to ask another for help, for he cannot do this alone. His muzzle turns to Vega, caring eyes falling upon her.

"Your mother, she will not be coming back," he said firmly, his lip quivering slightly, but he is strong, yes he will be strong for his Vega, his piece of Pompeii. He turns back to the boy, who now lay in a heap of shaking flesh. He shows Vega weakness, she had already seen enough. They must be strong to move on, for Pompeii. He straightens up, looking down upon him as he writhes on the ground.

"Boy, get up, boy. Pompeii is dead but she is needing you to be strong. She is needing you to live on for her, boy. Your mother, wants you to live. Get up and live, boy," he said in his soothing yet powerful voice. It seemed as if the boy before him was giving up right before his eyes, and he could not have another piece of Pompeii shrivel up before his own eyes.