A moment of hesitation was all it took for Leon.

Focused on his mission and on what he believed was right had caused you to meet an unpleasant end. The guilt was consuming him as he tried to drown it out with glass after glass of bourbon, the memory of it sticking to him even in his sleep. It started with him hearing your voice, attributing it to the alcohol and lack of sleep at first, but then he saw you. His guilty conscience had taken your form.

“I don’t want to hear it,” He grumbled, lifting the glass to his lips as he avoided your gaze.