He sat on his bed, unable to sleep once again. It was nearly morning and the sun was rising, its early rays illuminating his otherwise dark room. It had been days - or was it weeks, that, he wasn't sure of anymore - since that fateful battle, but Leon just couldn't get the events out of his mind.

It was understandable of course. His grief and his loss - he had lost everything so suddenly. His fiancée and his best friend were both gone; he had also had to give up his title and position as a knight to be able to go rescue Sara, and it had all turned out to be in vain. Sara was dead, and Mathias was gone as well. He had never felt so alone in his life.

Leon sighed and got up from the bed. He moved to sit by the window and looked outside as the sun slowly rose over the trees. He smiled sadly and shook his head. What was done was done, and there was no point thinking about it. He had spent enough time grieving, and he had to move on someday. That day would have to come soon; he had given a vow and would keep it. The Belmont clan was to hunt the night, for whatever it might take.

Did he have regrets? No, he told himself. He did not regret what he had done. Sara had wanted it and had given her life willingly, so that he would be able to destroy Walter. That had been all he could have done to prove his love for her anymore. He didn't regret leaving the knights either. It was not like he had had any other choices at that time.

He lowered his face, his eyes still wandering on the trees but his mind wasn't registering the sight. Did he regret giving that vow then? He almost laughed. All things be damned if he had regretted that. Mathias was not himself anymore; he had become a creature of the night and betrayed everything they had once sworn their loyalty to.

What was it then? Did he regret not going with Mathias?

Leon frowned, angry at himself for even thinking about that. It could never have worked. He didn't wish for eternal life, even if it was with Mathias... or rather, what Mathias had become. Following his best friend would have meant for himself to become a vampire as well. That, he could have never done.

My best friend...

He laughed at the thought, then sat in silence for a long while. He idly wondered why he wasted his time trying to figure out his thoughts, or the reason it hurt so damn much.

It didn't hurt because he had lost everything. It didn't hurt because Sara was dead; well, that still did hurt but there was nothing he could have done about it. Sara's death still wasn't his biggest regret. Losing Mathias, being betrayed by him... it did hurt, naturally. He knew he would still get over it in time.

The one thing he would regret forever was, however, something he could never get over. That one thing was not telling Mathias how much he loved him.

That, he could never tell Mathias even if he ever was to face him.