Don't Lose This One

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The last time he had to visit the guildmaster, it was not a typical one. He had to report the death of a teammate, Linus. He always tried to keep his mind off of it, but he never could shake the guilt of it. Linus was specifically assigned to him for his experience and Acro let both him and the guildmaster down. She was a kind archeops, but he couldn't help but feel as if she hid her immeasurable disappointment from him. Was she even going to let him add another to his team?

He showed Dusk the way to the quarters of Aeliana. He couldn't stop his nerves from tearing away at him. "Th-this is it." Great, his stutter was acting up again. He swallowed as he recomposed himself. The last thing he wanted to do was make Dusk uncomfortable. He gestured towards the door with a wing as he shuffled his feet a little. "Are you ready?" he asked as he decided to give her one last chance to back out...if he wanted to.

He didn't have the energy to get up. He didn't even know where he'd go. It's not like he had any friends to visit here in Aileron. Well, he was friendly with some of the locals, but friends was a bit too much for them. He felt tired, not in the sense that he wanted to sleep, but that little feeling of being out of willpower to do much of anything else. He just wanted to sit there and do...nothing. That way, bad things couldn't happen. He could just sit in this kind-of-ok moment and make it last.

The umbreon spoke again. This time, it was about him. What she said was true, he did need someone like that. Of course, his pessimistic mind twisted the kind offer into a situation to be terrified of. She wasn't going to leave. She was going to stay and suffer until she died. His attempts to be supportive only perpetuated that, but he never could bring himself to be an intentional prick. It just wasn't in him.

"Thank-^you" his voice cracked. He couldn't hold the guilt and the dread back anymore as he'd start to cry himself. His wings pulled up to cover his face, since he knew himself to be a very ugly crier.