he bled, bad, he managed to get his mask back on after the vault hunters left, but he was bleeding badly. Those bandits left him to bleed out.

blood pooled from his nose and mouth, his head pounded and streaks of blood dripped down his face, all coming from the blunt force to his head. His hair frizzled and messy, the brown, normally blonde streaked hair dark with blood. He wheezed and propped himself up against a pillar, staring at the creature he brought out, the one he was trying to reign, the one that got killed. The Warrior. That goddamned Vault Monster would've helped him reign Pandora to a lawed planet! But the Bandits got in the way... Now he'd pay a price.

he stared at it... Started thinking about his Dead Angel, the vault hunters got her killed... His life... The betrayal he faced. He would've sobbed, but that break whats left of himself. Before wearing the mask... Being the CEO of Hyperion... He was a slave to the same company he ran... He had a wife! Angel... His one only child... Was this all his fault? He couldn't piece it together. His mind turned into a mess.

was it his fault?