[Absolutely not. He'snot one to beg for sympathy, or play the victim. He's only giving truth to what was shown - a better portrait than what was painted in this awful memory. He doesn't want and never has wanted pity from anyone. He made a mistake, it's his own stupidass fault, and now he has to fucking deal with the consequences. Is he angry and bitter about it? Oh, hell yes. Does he hate himself for being such a stupid ass motherfucker? MMMM BOY.

But talking, venting, ranting about it....helps. It helps to blow off steam, and keep his anger in check. In fact, he's only simmering at this point, and actually barks out a harsh laugh, sneering at the fire, as if he could see Lusamine's image reflected in the blaze. What he wouldn't give to just...just--]

Dump her? Oh man...I should'a dumped her stinkin' carcass down the steps of that alter on Poni. Heh, but hindsight is twenty-twenty. [Not to mention he was still pretty rattled by the whole ordeal.]