No Mistake

Evan's eyebrow went up at the you will be living quite comfortably. It shouldn't have. He should have known this would have happened, and yet he was still feeling caught off guard by it.

"Hold on," Evan said, slamming the metaphorical breaks despite Jugemu's very polite question. "Am I just going to... what, move back into the mansion?" Was that just a thing? Here he'd been, trying to figure out where he'd stay (maybe crash at Straga's place a few nights until he could get an apartment on the countries dime), and apparently it was just all decided. "Is this... is this really happening? We're just... I killed them, Jugemu."

Evan wasn't expecting to feel guilty. Guilt was an emotion he'd left behind, abandoned in the past. You gave up the right to feel guilty when you turned on your own.

But he felt guilty anyway. Jugemu was dedicated to him, and he'd done nothing to deserve it. He'd all but turned him down over and over, and the embarassment no doubt showed on his face.

"Sorry," Evan said. "You keep saying it, but I keep... I guess I don't have anything I can relate to. You seem really dedicated to me, and I..."

He wasn't dedicated to anyone. He'd given all that up, lived in the moment. And now he was just there. Living. Coasting through life.

Evan cringed even harder.

What had he done to deserve someone like Jugemu at his beck and call?