Crosshair felt like he would never be as good a sniper as he once was. Well, he thought the galaxy had arranged it for him on purpose. He no longer believed in any redemption - he said deep down that he deserved it, every time he started shooting at the target that the AZI droid was holding. There was no accurate shot yet. It was terrible, just like his shooting he did earlier.

The tremors. They were a constant reminder, a relic from his time in that damned facility He'd been plagued by them ever since, a constant struggle as the once steady hand he relied on now quaked with the slightest movement.

"These tremors are a work in progress." He admitted quietly, his voice cold and guarded as he sees them near, already knowing what they would say..or rather ask.

They were already keeping him company during these difficult times - and even though he pretended to be irritated, he was glad that someone noticed him and believed that he would get better after all the sins and problems he had caused for his brothers, for Omega, and even for them.

He never thought he would suffer so much, actually. The memories, the pain, the fear- all still so vivid, so fresh. He'd hoped to leave that chapter behind, to bury it deep beneath his cold exterior.