Grey (9/10)

Watching the old vessel his soul used to reside in a sense of peace overcame him. The  cold, gray suit of armor his soul had called home for four years was dissolving into dust before him. It had deprived him of feeling anything, breathing, smelling, and sleeping. Not needing rest he spent every night those four years just waiting for the sun to rise so he could move again. 

Many would call it a prison, himself included, but it had allowed his soul to continue to exist, so it was hard for him to harbor any I'll thoughts towards the armor. It had saved him so many times a body of flesh and bone would fail. 

Now, back in his proper body, he had to wait. He had to wait for his brother to get him and take him home. So they could both have their happy ending.