[Anyone who would say that puppets could not have headaches would have been amazed by now. Because Wanderer definitely has a headache and even though he really wants to increase the distance between him and the other he does not really succeed because of it. Really, he wants to be away before the questions would come.

And he's sure that Childe will start asking questions soon. But of course he's not gone in time. And perhaps he owes the other some sort of answer.

So he stops and moves to turn around with a tired look on his face. The answer to that question would depend on what Childe has seen. Perhaps it were the experiments and repairs. Perhaps it was something else.]

Hmn.

[Wanderer crosses his arms slowly and manages to put up the most annoyed face he can muster at this point.]

He ruined everything. My fate. The lives of those I cared for. [A chuckle.] Worry not... [Now he laughs, because really, it is the only thing he can do at moments like this.] ...it is all my fault. [Being naive and all...] Even when I tried to...

[But that is where he shuts up and shakes his head. Shouldn't he be looking forward? Eyes focused on a new excistence? Why did it feel as if it did not matter? His past was long gone, something that could not be changed. He did accept that, not?]