DevVoid
Previously Deathstalker62
Hades slowly approached JC, calling back Mightyena. He had no particular reaction to the slaughter, as he was one to do it himself a few times. He crouched down over her, as to protect any more rain drops from covering her temporarily. " I know it's difficult to control your emotions sometimes. Trust me, I speak from personal experience. Sometimes, when things wouldn't go my way, when things went out of control.. I'd lash out, too. Sometimes at friends, even. Luckily for me, most of them have been understanding my rages. This apocalypse, it brings out the worst in people. Even in those who seemed good before. It's horrible. " He said calmly, then sitting down next to her, starting to get soaked too. " Listen, I ain't holding it against you for starting to lose it. It's been stressful nights, admittedly. I don't hate you for running away. Neither do I hate you for being stubborn at times. Infact, I don't hate you at all. " He answered, holding a long pause after before he continued. " As for what you asked me, earlier.. that, is an indefinite yes. But, there is one thing I do not understand.. Why did you tell me that you had a burden worse than what I could ever experience? You know we share nearly the same fate. You may have undergone emotional and mental trauma, but those things can be, even if only temporarily be fixed with Therapy. You may have also lost an eye, and have some scars on you... ,but , I believe I've suffered worse. " He said, taking off his mask, showing his completely burned face. " My face isn't the only thing burnt. I came out of that house as a living flame. Were it not for my pokemon, would I be ashes outside of my home. Were it not for my Sharpedo, would you have never even met me... " He said, looking to the side. " I wonder how things would've turned out if you didn't.. or if it would've been for the best if I didn't make it.. " He began speaking his mind, drifting off in his thoughts. Tears appeared in his eyes upon the thought, but he quickly wiped them away and put his mask back on. " No.. I don't want you to pity me. I must've done something wrong to deserve my scarrs, and now I have to life with them. What's done is done. "