Now, you're missing tons of context and the minute details of my relationships at the time. So, once again, the Greatly Terrible Ixion shall provide an abridged recap.
Cecelia — secret things happened in the dark. Close, but not quite lovers. Neither of us knows what that meant.
Coraline — friend.
Despair — guardian figure, but I saw a crack in his facade.
Hope — respected battle companion. A little distant compared to before.
Marcus — apple-stealing fucker.
Tristan — brother of the apple stealer. Guilty by association.
Drath Artoris — epitome of honor and my role model.
Ah! How splendidly terse I was! I didn't know I had it in me.
Use your own imagination to fill in the gaps of how I got to that point, but just know I had definitely unlocked my emotional side by then.
Or at least, it was blooming.
Well now, I guess it's about time I begin the recounting of that awful day.
There's really only one place I can begin… in the heat of battle!
"Coraline!"
