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

The Warlord nodded his head. Dread had performed admirably under the circumstances. He wouldn’t take the position away from his son if that was what he wanted. Dread also raised a valid point with the mention of the murderer. “I’m not sure. We should keep our guard up, and ensure the patrols know about it.” He said, some of the shock beginning to fade. Talking about Zee hurt, there was no if or buts about that. But he also couldn’t ignore how Dread had also spoken of his pain. He had lost Zee, but so had they. “If you ever want to… talk about it. I know I’m not the best at it, but I’m here if you need me, Dread” He said. His words soft and stilted. Nothing mattered more to him then they did.


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