The stress in that moment, the pure tension in the air, the heartache the decisions carried, the flooding of memories, the hatred for uncouth fates...
These literally define the last five minutes that had just transpired. I don't recall any moment in my life here or my previous one that I could compare this too. Sure, I've had to make some tough decisions before in both lives, but nothing has ever come close to this.
Is it too much to ask for some relief from these heinous burdens consistently being thrust onto me?
Did I do something to deserve these things?
Questions, questions, questions
So I was just about to clash with the monster that Bruhom became, and I feared that I'd never forgive myself for any of this. My eyes clinched shut as I swung my blade, but the momentum of my swing went unimpeded, throwing me off into a stumble.
Confused, I spun with a strike blindly. I immediately stopped myself. I was instantly more confused than ever before.
