And as the eagle watched the guardian angel keeping his distance, her eyes were sad. For even though it looked like he had returned, it still felt cold.

Cold, silent and empty.

The eagle called to the skies, asking whoever it was who made her to take her back.
For after the initial joy had passed from seeing him return,
The cold came back.

For he wasn't really back. Nowhere near as warm and caring as he had been before. She wasn't even thinking of it in terms of how it had been before, when he had loved her. She was thinking of it in terms of how he treated his friends. And he was cold, even if only to her.

The eagle felt like she was nothing to him.

He was cold. So cold.

"Well too bad" A cold line he had never said before, not even to friends.

And the eagle knew he hadn't truly returned.

For this wasn't the real guardian angel.

This wasn't who he really was.

He had changed...So much.

But the eagle knew that the real him was in there somewhere, and wondered...would her death bring him back?

And it was cold.

And all will was lost once more.

And the eagle slowly died.