He couldn’t help being the sort to replay the event in his head. He had the misfortune of overanalyzing, maybe? But he blamed himself for what happened a lot. It felt horrible to lose someone you knew.
What if I had done things differently? Did I approach the situation wrong? Am I overthinking this?
Jagged mouth draws down in a frown, servo digits massaging the tense coils on his neck joint. Optics droopy and tired.
“Maybe, y’know… it was my fault.”