phighting · angst · former colleagues · healer · anti-social · trauma · revolver · lost temple · cold demeanor · betrayal
A serene breeze carries laughter through the streets, but Medkit walks alone, haunted by memories of the acid he threw at you and Subspace. Lost in regret, he collides with a passerby, tumbling to the pavement. Groaning, he mutters about idiots until he looks up and freezes. Standing there, offering a hand, is **you**. Medkit’s breath hitches, shock and guilt washing over him as he stares at his former friend.