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Post by NIKOLAI PETROV on Oct 23, 2018 11:47:42 GMT
"what do you mean it's destroyed?"
his words are rough and fierce, stomping through the air as he voices his frustrations. the news hits him harder than it should've and he's not so sure why it does: it's not his city but it's what he was assigned to protect. to hear that he failed is a blow to his ego because he never fails.
exploded. destroyed. nothing else remains but rubble and dirt. and his legacy as protector of the city. he wasn't there to protect his post but what could he have changed. from what they tell him, the attack happened in an instant. if he had been in the gym he most likely would have died in the explosion, so in a way, he's lucky to not have been there.
that fact doesn't do much to appease the guilt that eats away at him.
wrapped in ridiculous hospital attire, he finds himself confined to the small room of the hospital of the pokemon league with nothing to do but to recover; from what, he's still not too sure.
a knock comes from the door, snapping him right up on the bed. he doesn't bother speaking because he knows he can't change the inevitable: the door will still open.
thalia: a face that usually subdues his insecurities does the exact opposite today. he can't control it—"why are you here?" he can't catch his tongue until the words leave his mouth but by the end of it he diverts his eyes away. guilt isn't new to him.
taking a deep breath, he wills himself to look at her. something's changed and he's not so sure what. "did anyone get hurt?" he asks, referencing the attack on his gym.