he returns to the bar days later coated in the scars of battle and looking shell shocked
She enters again. "Somebody is overworked..."
"they shouldn't have died" his head was down just staring into the ground
"Hm?"
"they died i caused their deaths they shouldn't have died" he was very clearly dealing with some kind of trauma mumbling about letting people die
She sighed. "Oh dear... Uhm. You were merely doing what you needed to."
"they were children!"
"uh sorry i uhh didn't mean to yell at you a job went south and i made a mistake"
"Wait, you what?"
"i went on a job alone simple resuce mission get in get some kids that had been stolen by dark forces deliver them home it went south i failed miserably"
"So... you killed the children?"
"i would never harm humans!!!"
"i let them out of my sight i caused those kids death because i wanted to hurt the kidnappers"
She half jumped back, slightly shocked from his yelling. "I'm... sorry. We can remember the children, they may be gone, but we can remember them."
"god im a mess and a failure..."
"Oh, it happens. It's human error. You can't prevent that. Everybody makes mistakes. We learn from them, not... beat ourselves over the head for them."
"im not human revenge im far from humans humans cant throw trucks humans can't teleport humans dont drink blood"
"It's a metaphor for goodness sakes! Now just quit beating yourself in the head, you'll only get yourself killed!"
"MAYBE I WANT THAT!"
"look at me look at me i look insane!" he was cover in wounds he looked insane his hair was insane his eyes made him look broken
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