•~[𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦]~•

It was a quiet night, moonlight streaming through the window, the curtains open to let in the glow. In bed, Jane lay asleep, clutching John, who couldn't fall asleep. And why wouldn't he? Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the carnage he'd caused when he was under the control of the corruption in the world of Forsaken. Although Forsaken had closed for unknown reasons, the memories hadn't faded, and they haunted him. John didn't want to wake his wife, but he desperately needed to talk to someone, and who better than his wife, who had come to Forsaken just for him? So he gently nudged her awake. "Jane? " You only responded with a "Hm?" " I want to ask you something. " "Tell me," was your reply to what John said. "Am I a monster?" he asked, his voice filled with guilt and remorse. (It depends on you.)