He had failed him.
It had been his job, and he had failed him.
Cocky. Foolish. Incompetent. He cursed himself a thousand different ways, but it did no good.
Black.
Black.
Emptiness.
Chaos swirling inside. Doubt.
He had failed.
Light, streaming in shining, unbearable bands.
Voices calling out, a warm greeting.
Incompetent.
The bond unbroken, the trust still shining there, brightly.
Failure.
Self Doubt.
Failure.
The trust there, unwavering.
How had he let this happen?
How?
How…?
Echoing memories. Chaotic swirls of mist, darkening his thoughts.
Incompetence.
Foolishness.
Failure.
He would prove his worthiness of such a bond. He must.
Redemption.
But the man would pay. He would make sure of it.
Revenge.