do u ever leave a social situation and think "wow that was not my best work"?

Whatever he expected Dread to say, it wasn’t that. A hallowed expression came over the Warlords eyes as Dread likened their loss to Zee. with great difficulty, he pulled his mind from the past, and concentrated on the bones of what Dread was telling him. Bellamy’s husband had been murdered, and that was the wolf who Dread had delivered the knife for. “Not an easy situation to walk in on, Dread, but it sounded like you handled it with grace.” He said softly, a little stiffly.

The comparison to Zee came out of left field and sucker punched him. Thoughts of her hadn’t hit him that hard in a long time. Perhaps it was hearing their own child speak of her death. He had shied away from the subject, even with them. He didn’t realise until that moment just how much so. “A more difficult situation than I expected you to step into on your first diplomacy mission. Now that you’ve seen some complicated ways it can go wrong, are you still interested in the job?” He asked, reaching for something, anything, to distract him before Dread could see just how badly it had affected him.


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