Revenchent
Dungeon Master
Guilt was a very strong emotion. Even worse when you had to look that guilt in the eye and recognize it every day. Calico stood over the unmoving body of his brother, listening to the rhythmic beep of the life support machines. He set himself down in a nearby chair, hands reaching up to rub his temples. They had barely survived the events of Akala and her minions...not everyone had made it. Galaar was lucky, just barely alive because of Calico.
My fault. My brother.
He reached over and set a hand on the injured soldier's brow, making sure a pulse was still there out of habit. The machine would tell him if it was otherwise, but Calico needed to be sure. "You think Kira would think badly of me if she knew about the Order?" He mumbled to the unconscious man, not expecting an answer. It was one of the many things on his mind that found its way of coming out in the open at odd times.
"She helped save you. I care about what she thinks of me, and you. I want her to come see you soon, I'll arrange it." I want to see her too. "You remember the night, right? Operation Knightfall?" He took a moment to collect his thoughts, and began to delve into the tale....
My fault. My brother.
He reached over and set a hand on the injured soldier's brow, making sure a pulse was still there out of habit. The machine would tell him if it was otherwise, but Calico needed to be sure. "You think Kira would think badly of me if she knew about the Order?" He mumbled to the unconscious man, not expecting an answer. It was one of the many things on his mind that found its way of coming out in the open at odd times.
"She helped save you. I care about what she thinks of me, and you. I want her to come see you soon, I'll arrange it." I want to see her too. "You remember the night, right? Operation Knightfall?" He took a moment to collect his thoughts, and began to delve into the tale....