[ ooc: thank you for filling it out! there's so many good things to poke at ]

A world of blood, dark and dangerous and damning — under the patrons' eyes. He does not want them here, but maybe he needs them here. Maybe it means... he is less alone, then. [ It is a little thing, but he snags it. Of wishing, hopefulness. But horror, guilt. To not want this place for others. The soldier longs for comrades, but to condemn them? Cole's brow furrows, and he grows quiet for a moment. ]

You see because you want to, or because I make you, or because you need to. Or maybe it's... neither of those.

And then I can make you forget.