Regret was something he knew well. His vitriol and bile back at the hell that was the haunted house mission had been well.. . it had been bad. He’s caved in to Dis and broken down and lashed out at people who didn’t deserve it. One person in particular. He’d never been on the best of terms with Ceres, but he didn’t like the fact he’d done what he had. No one deserved that, least of all someone who’d never really offered him a reason to hate them.

He’d ******** up, was in the wrong, and had to at the very least, try and make amends. Hunting down Ceres wasn’t the most easy of things, but eventually he managed to hear that she was out training. Not the most private of places for a discussion, but then again, he figured it was less awkward then showing up at her door. Taking a deep breath, making sure Dis was in his pocket rather than his ear, the moon hunter made his way over. “Ceres?” He hoped she wasn’t going to stab him at the very least. “You have a few minutes? I’d like to talk with you.”
He really hoped she didn’t stab him.
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