Bitter and Sweet

'I'm finally getting used to it, I guess. I don't feel so devastated anymore after each incident of this,' the Hybrid Warmoth told himself. He believed it, for the most part. Sudden bursts of misfortune had been his staple food for a long time, and he got used to expecting them. Even when he didn't, however, Skullius grew to know that as long as he survived, he hadn't truly lost. 'In any case, I can't be a hypocrite. I talked all big about facing great challenges head-on in that speech for mine to the Troops. I suppose this is my first real test after touching upon Divinity.'

(A/N: Refer to Ch.1265.)

As stalwart as Skullius' hope and resolve had become since coming to Aigas though, it couldn't shield him from the bitter taste of defeat. He hid it well within the very recesses of his being, but he was also screaming silently, roiling with hate and fury.