The Weight of Guilt

"DIE. DIE. DIE."

A strike sending tremors through the tunnel accompanied each of his roars. Without mercy, he rained down an avalanche of lethal punches, fueled with all his rage, sorrow... and guilt.

His tears never stopped streaming down as guilt gripped him by the throat, suffocating him.

'I blamed them when I was the most overconfident. I didn't even take Luna with us. It's my fault if she died!'

Those thoughts rumbled in his mind, exposing his mistake in plain sight and making him feel his heart bleed.

Even his fists colliding with the creature's body, shattering it to morsels of flesh and exoskeletons, didn't help with his chaotic emotions because... the shrieking adversary was only a facade, a venting target and substitute.

Because the one who enraged him was himself.