Heroist
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"It's a pity he didn't kill me. Then I wouldn't have to think or worry about anything anymore. Ever."
Moriner also fell silent for a moment. His mind and consciousness were now filled with absolute emptiness. His nose ached, one eye seemed to be swollen shut, his cheek was puffy, and his split lip stung. But most of all, his soul ached – from anger, hatred, and resentment – but not towards the frivolous Lyte or the enraged Gilbert; he held no grudge against them. All these negative emotions he felt were directed only towards himself, and the worst punishment for him was precisely the realization of his own guilt.
"I believe you are roughly aware of all the circumstances of this incident," the student said in a timid voice, breaking the silence. "If not, I can briefly recount what happened."
Moriner also fell silent for a moment. His mind and consciousness were now filled with absolute emptiness. His nose ached, one eye seemed to be swollen shut, his cheek was puffy, and his split lip stung. But most of all, his soul ached – from anger, hatred, and resentment – but not towards the frivolous Lyte or the enraged Gilbert; he held no grudge against them. All these negative emotions he felt were directed only towards himself, and the worst punishment for him was precisely the realization of his own guilt.
"I believe you are roughly aware of all the circumstances of this incident," the student said in a timid voice, breaking the silence. "If not, I can briefly recount what happened."
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