[There isn't shame in release. It is that suddenly realizes he isn't some immoveable mountain, as he has needed to be for so long. Keep walking, keep moving forward. Like this, it's as if he suddenly stops and just mourns for everything. Everything that was, that could have been. Lost chances, lost friends, lost lives. His hand forced to slay many, his hand unable to save enough.
It is a wretched thing, but he'd never wish the burden upon anyone else either. And so, it is with gratitude he is able to alleviate some of it through tears, words, and a warm embrace from a precious friend.
no subject
It is a wretched thing, but he'd never wish the burden upon anyone else either. And so, it is with gratitude he is able to alleviate some of it through tears, words, and a warm embrace from a precious friend.
Roughly, he rubs his eyes, and sniffs.]
Aye. Feel like I've shriveled.