@helpedthem asked for a season 3 starter.
He moves with mild ease, each step he takes now is almost as calculated as the thoughts that trail through his mind. What choice does he have? He’s drowning in the guilt that’s inside of him. The deaths that he has caused. He’s willing to do almost anything just to forget. Forget the pain that numbs his body. Forget the faces that scan through his mind like the words of a book that is being read. Most importantly, to forget the guilt that he feels from killing all those innocent people inside the walls of that forsaken mountain. He knows there was no choice. Life or death. The same side to every coin. It was why he agreed to this. Chestnut gaze taking in the taller structure of the man that stood before him. The sun that bathed through the windows, though small, were enough to show the glint of sweat that trickled down each of their bodies like a slow-flowing river in the forest. His gaze is determined despite the ache that his body is giving off. He can continue. He must continue. “Is that all you got? I thought you were suppose to be some expert fighter.” He’s taunting him, even if it is all in jest. He wants the pain to end and the numbing sensation to take over.