[ It's been a couple of days since the whole infection thing ended, and Ragna is beyond tired. His memories of how that went down are hazy at best, but a part of him wishes he could forget it completely. Of course, he's not that lucky, and while he's not clear on the details, he's acutely aware of what he did. Ragna is no stranger to killing, mind you, but he likes to think even he wouldn't stoop so low as to murder innocent people who had done nothing to him, and yet... that is exactly what he did. It's revolting to think about, knowing that he could just lose control like that. Sure, he could blame it on whatever bullshit this place pulled to force him to do it, but he knows better than that; at the end of the day, regardless of what facilitated it, his actions are his own, and so is the responsibility for them.
Which is why, once he's had some time to process everything, he decides to swallow his pride, reach out and own up to his failures. ]
hey
[ He'd spent hours agonizing over how to approach this conversation, and somehow, every venue seems terrible. Ragna stares at the device in his hands, tempted to smash it to pieces to avoid the subject altogether. What can he even say? ]
sorry
[ Wow, that sounds pathetic. He certainly won't blame her if she just leaves him on read for this one. ]
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Which is why, once he's had some time to process everything, he decides to swallow his pride, reach out and own up to his failures. ]
hey
[ He'd spent hours agonizing over how to approach this conversation, and somehow, every venue seems terrible. Ragna stares at the device in his hands, tempted to smash it to pieces to avoid the subject altogether. What can he even say? ]
sorry
[ Wow, that sounds pathetic. He certainly won't blame her if she just leaves him on read for this one. ]