Why do you bother to comfort me, knowing I tried to kill you?
A young man watches as his unit leaves the briefing room. As usual, a young boy with blond hair and odd red eyes is the first one out, disappearing instantly the moment he steps out of the warm and well-lit room in the darkness beyond. The young man does not blame him for being the first to leave; he can not bear to look at the boy's neck for very long without his throat and eyes beginning to burn. He still feels unbelievably guilty for lashing out as he did at him in Forchhiem. He had no right to become agitated and had no reason to hurt him. Yet he did, and now he and the boy have to live with the remainder of the young man's crimes: a faint scar on the boy's neck that will never disappear.