Titor shook his head, breaking his gaze away. He was not sure where his loyalty lie anymore. He knew of the corruption in the Flames, and Ul'dah in general. Not all members of the Flames were honorable. Many were greedy, corrupt. He was not sure what team he was on anymore.
The Wings had taken him in, brought him back in after his honorable discharge. They gave him his life back, gave him a hook and a recommendation to get back to his life after he found a way to manage his illness.Â
He looked up at the face of his captors, and he saw the face of the Garleans that had captured him nearly a year prior. All of what he had went through there came flooding back, and his face made every bit of that visible. He zoned out, tried disconnecting from the world. Ignore it all and it will all go away.Â
There is no solution to this.
The Wings had taken him in, brought him back in after his honorable discharge. They gave him his life back, gave him a hook and a recommendation to get back to his life after he found a way to manage his illness.Â
He looked up at the face of his captors, and he saw the face of the Garleans that had captured him nearly a year prior. All of what he had went through there came flooding back, and his face made every bit of that visible. He zoned out, tried disconnecting from the world. Ignore it all and it will all go away.Â
There is no solution to this.
