Have you ever had to fight someone you didn't want to?
The smile on Revo’s fave wavered, then faded. That alone should have been an answer, but he had been through military training. He was a soldier – he was trained to obey orders, and he’d been asked a question.
“ From the first moment I killed, I didn’t think of it much. I was blinded by grief at the time, so I lost my kindness and empathy, and just… for a while I lost myself. To anger, to pain, too many things to name them all. I didn’t even feel remorse for what I had done. ”
The skeleton took a deep breath, and continued.
“ Something happened. I don’t know what, but I felt… different. Not as angry at the world – sure, I was still angry, but I was aware of what I was doing. I didn’t lash out as frequently. And when I had to kill… I regretted it. I don’t want to kill any of the ferals I have to now, but there’s nothing else that can be done. ”
He let out a short, slightly embittered laugh. “ It was certainly easier when I didn’t feel. Sometimes I can block out my emotions when I’m on patrol, but when I get off my shift, I take time to process it. ”