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Scribble: Bahlkiin's self struggle

If you were asked to look inside yourself, to look back at your past self, could you meet their eye? Could you tell your younger self you're proud of who you are now?

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Don't. Don't look at me like that.
The white, smooth dragonborn felt some kind of remorse as he removed his sword from the abdomen of his enemy. Or was it an enemy? Was it a man with a family who had nothing to repent for?

Stop. You're only making it worse.
He watched the man's hand fall lifeless to his side, the last look of terror ridden in his glazed eyes of someone long gone. Bahlkiin normally smiled, felt true happiness at the suffering of others as he wrought upon them what he felt inside for years. Yet, even though he chose this path, he found himself stuck with many demons who gnawed away at his mind.

He's gone. Does that make you feel better, monster?
Bahlkiin grimaced and grabbed his head. Be quiet demon, just this once. This man had been in the way, had tried to rob him on the road to the next town. Yet the look in his eyes as he realized he was about to breathe his last breath, it was-

Bahlkiin looked down at the body pitifully. He felt his stomach curl, his heart flip-
Why was this happening? Hadn't he killed enough to get this stupid voice out of his head?

Of course he hadn't.

Regret flooded him. He respectfully closed the eyes of his victim and dragged him away from the trail. This poor, poor fool. Or had Bahlkiin been the fool for mistaking the man's intentions? He looked like a bandit, but he hadn't even the chance to say a word before he'd been slain.

Go on, moxt ir, feel bad for yourself. You've earned it.