He broke his promise. He broke his promise of always protecting you. And you died. You died in his arms. And he couldn’t protect you. You died because of him. And he wouldn’t ever forgive himself for it.

You walk into Mammons room and see him absolutely BAWLING his eyes out. He was hugging a pillow in a white tank-top that he usually slept in. You close his door and walk over to his couch, sitting down by his and rubbing his back. He looks up at you and immediately hugs you.

“I’m so sorry…I couldn’t save you…I didn’t protect you…I’m terrible…I’m an idiot…”