[That night... that party... All this seems hauntingly familiar. His memories of that night were hazy at best after he walked off that stage. Numbing his sorrows with an ocean of booze. Somewhere in the back on his mind, Blitzø's words itched. Drumming his talons, Stolas thought about what to say next.]

It's alright, Blitz. Truly... We were both hurting. I know what it's like to be caught up in the heat of passion and regret the things I've said. [A breath as his talons stop moving.] To which I have so, so many regrets.