I wouldn't have done anything with my life,
he said, though he considered that he might have hurt less people if he had stayed where Acid had left him. If he had gone the other way instead of coming home, if he had never gone back to Clouded Tears, and if he had never become their alpha. He didn't want to think about the details of it anymore though. Everything was so far away that surely it didn't even matter anymore. Everyone he had hurt was dead or otherwise gone. Everyone that had died because of his actions or his decisions, everyone that had suffered for his mistakes. They were all gone, and all that was left were his own memories and a thousand ghosts. When he died, no one would be left to know.
Why does it matter to you?
Laruku wondered, not moving or averting his empty gaze as the other approached.