He didn't think anyone would ever hear about it.
He hadn't thought of the potential consequences when he harassed those Solar supporters.
He never believed that fight they got in would make one of them end up dying in a hospital.
But of course, young chumps never did think about the consequences.
Now, the Lunar rebel was on the run through Trottingham, looking back over his shoulder sometimes as he ran, eyes wide with panic. Those mercenaries were after him, and unless he got out of the town as fast as he could he'd never live to see another day. He couldn't see them when he looked back- nobody could, in fact. They were silently chasing him from well-hidden areas, as they always did. They were clever and deadly. If he saw one behind him, he'd more than likely be dead within a few seconds. Panting heavily, he passed by the concerned onlookers, not at all bothering to say "Sorry" to anyone he bumped into. He couldn't even afford that. The need for safety was far too urgent.