Quiet weeping emitted from Ruin’s voice box as he buried sat in the vast room of arcade-machines, sitting, head in his hands. . He couldn’t bare the pain of Solar being back and regretted his decision greatly. No one cared for him at his point.

”w- why.. (hic) does he.. (hic) need to come back.. (hic).”

Ruin mumbled to himself. He liked Solar but didn’t want to be reminded that Solar probably hated him now. Just looking at that face made his heart sink.