I Fought The Law

Garand gave a short sigh, his anticipation at its peak as the moment he had been dreading was realized. Then again, perhaps Balar wasn't the worst possible audience.

"I'd been running with a group of bandits, raiders, those sorts. We were planning a raid, and staking out the place in a broken down shack. A ravine seemed to rip right through the building, and fragments of the place had already fallen in. There were two men with me, and they had been bickering about the task at hand. It seemed that bounty hunters had surrounded us, and there were far too many of them to fight. We had planned to climb down into the ravine, but an arrow hit me in the process, and I fell instead."

Garand was silent for a short moment, but he began to speak again before Balar could interject.

"I've done... horrible things. Things I don't know how to atone for,"

Garand had more to say, but it was as if he lost the will to speak. His head lowered, and with a sigh, it was as if all of the emotion that had bled into his face was no more.

"You know how I arrived here now,"

Yet another pause...

"Thank you. The talk was... refreshing."

And with a slight whip of his cloak, Garand turned away, moving onward with the others.

Not yet. Another time.