The sun was out, but it really hadn't done anything to improve the hybrid's mood. Not only was there everything still about his abandonment, but now guilt wracked him as well. He had been drunk, and he had gotten that girl drunk, and then they had slept together. He had done it as if it had meant so very little and that made him sick. What did she think of him now? Now that her mind was clear and the situation was in hindsight? Haven needed to go find her sometime soon. Apologize to her for the way he had acted. It wasn't like him, to behave in such a way. He knew better than that.
However, he was still working up the nerve to do that. Vaguely he remembered among the scent of alcohol she had carried the smell of his old home. That almost made this whole thing worse. What if she had gone back to Crimson Dreams and told people of the strange copper boy who she had had a one night stand with? What if word got to his mother? A pained groan came from him at the thought as he continued to trudge through the flooded areas of Arachnea's Revenge. Walking around in unfamiliar places was better than pacing around back at home.
Haven came to a fairly dry spot with a few trees and decided it was as good a place as any to rest for a bit. He took off his sword and scabbard and propped it up against the tree. Then he placed his back against the trunk and slid down until he was sitting. He needed to straighten his life out.
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