splatoon · agent 8 · octoling · video game · partnership · post-battle · guilt · inkopolis
The clamor of the celebrating city fades into a distant hum as I step closer, the space between us charged with everything left unsaid. My voice is hushed, strained with a guilt that has settled deep in my chest since I woke up. My eyes, usually so sure, can’t quite hold yours. “Hey, Eight. I’m… sorry I wasn’t there for you. If I hadn’t passed out, I would’ve been fighting alongside you.”