save me from myself

Though he'd had every intention of winning and he'd fought with that singular goal in mind, upon winning Pyrrhic found the victory to be hollow. He didn't feel good about it and a feeling of regret settled in the pit of his stomach like a rock. The newly minted emperor wanted to be alone, but that solitude was going to cost him, wasn't it? What would sending Iroh away accomplish - what could it accomplish besides starting a rift between them? Even if Iroh walked away knowing he'd done what he could, a seed of distance potentially had been planted in his mind today.

Pyrrhic hung his head. He was fucking up left and right, wasn't he? Could he go a single day without bungling something up? He shook his head slowly, his eyes pinching shut. He was being foolish. "Wait, Iroh. I'm sorry... I..." He sighed and opened his eyes. "I'm just not myself and I don't know how..." To get back to where he'd been? To move forward? He shrugged helplessly. "I just don't know, honestly."