Warnings: This may be dark and triggering to some people so if you think you may fall into that category, please don't read it. There will be mentions of death and mental illness, strong language, violent situations. Set after the Jericho Podcast and Seth's comments regarding the situation.

Disclaimer: I don't own them and I'm not making money off these crazy ideas that pop into my head.

Author's Notes: This idea has been in my head for awhile but I've been dealing with writer's block, still am. This probably won't be updated quickly. My longer chapter fics always take me awhile to get through so I hope you understand if updates come weeks apart.

Summary: Caught up in a web of lies and deceit, Seth struggles to find the truth and set them all free

It was something that Seth would never get used to, no matter how many times it happened. Seeing the face of the man who had killed Dean, his brother, his wrestling soulmate plastered on ads would always give him chills. However, the man in question wasn't being prosecuted for what happened, the life that had been lost. He was being celebrated, praised, idolized by millions of people. Held up as a shining example of everything that had been wrong in the world until the moment that man eradicated Dean Ambrose from existence.

It made his blood boil.

It trivialized who Dean had been. Stripped away the life he'd spent eight log, hard fought years building. Made him nothing more than a cautionary tale. A reason not to change, to evolve, to strive to become something other than what nature had decided you to be. It tainted every memory of Dean.

Watching the man made him angry.

If he was honest with himself, he had been spiraling since the day it happened. Veering between heartbreak and out of control anger every waking moment. He'd lashed out several times in the press. Said what he could, what he was allowed to say. Yet the Seth had become the monster in people's eyes, hated because he wasn't celebrating a murderer. He hated the fickle nature of humanity, detested that they could excuse it so easily.

His phone rang, jarring him from his thoughts and his eyes cut away from the screen in front of him. The name on the display should have brought him comfort in that moment. Should have been a beacon of light in his ever darkening world. But it wasn't. Because the person on the other line had fallen into the same mentality as the millions of sheep around the world, accepted the transgression in order not to lose himself to the darkness. His finger pressed accept anyway because the other man wouldn't stop calling until he answered.

"Hey Roman," His voice sounded cold and indifferent to his own ears and he made a face. There went the notion of pretending everything was fine. That he wasn't torturing himself with memories of the good times and wallowing in the moments that had tainted them.

"I guess I'm too late." The sigh was weighted, "I thought I told you that you had to let it go."

He swallowed thickly, ignoring the query, needing to finally voice the questions that had been haunting him for the last couple of months. "Did you know that he was going to show up there?"

"No."

"Did you know he was going to go media?" His tone was bordering on hysteria. "You know he was going to say the things he said and tear our worlds to pieces all over again? Belittle everything we built and act like Dean was nothing more than some cross to bare?"

"Seth…"

"No, I really want to know Roman."

"Of course I didn't." Exasperation was heavy in the older man's tone. "I haven't exactly been having long heart to heart conversations with him."

"I would hope not." The words were almost a snarl of contempt. "He killed our brother, whether you want to admit that or not."

The breath that was sucked in on the other line was sharp and a few moments went by before Roman spoke. "We want to believe that but there's no proof and he denied that any of the things that transpired were more than an unfortunate coincidence."

Right. The lack of a body and the word of a monster who proclaimed his innocence was enough for Samoan man to take things at face value. But not him. He'd endured more with Dean in those final six months of his life than their eldest brother had because of his own illness. Enough to know that the end result had been set into motion way before Dean's demise, like a year before it happened.

"Seth, say something."

"What's there to say?"

Another long suffering sigh escaped Roman's mouth, "Then at least tell me that you're going to stop doing this to yourself. That you're going to start letting yourself heal and move on."

He opened his mouth but the words that came out weren't going to be the ones that the other man hoped to hear. "I have to go."

"Seth,"

He disconnected the call and turned his phone off. His attention went back to his laptop screen, eyes narrowed as they settled on unaffected face that was on it. There'd be no letting go or healing until Seth did what needed to be done.

There'd be no peace in his heart or rest for his body and mind until he could prove that what he knew in his heart was true.

That Jon Moxley had killed Dean Ambrose.