In every adventure, the boy was always left disappointed. Bennett gazes down at what seems to be a useless item he just picked from a treasure he looked forward to, frowning. "Nothing good again."

His luck is a never-ending misfortune - nothing's ever new. Lately, he's been asking if the Archons hate him, proving his point. Squeezing the item tightly in his hand, the boy begins to sniffle.

A flood of tears rolls down his cheeks, his free arm trying to wipe them away. "..Damn it."