Kallen remained still for a while.
He had woken up not long after he passed out—somewhere along the tunnel. But he'd known better than to reveal that.
Now that he was alone, he finally had time to sit through his thoughts, or rather train through them.
So he got up and began practicing his limit breaking, boxing techniques, while his thoughts raced.
....
He had been very stupid!
While he couldn't entirely be blamed that he had lost control in the heat of his emotional turmoil, and given the thoughts going through his mind then, that wasn't surprising.
But excuses meant nothing. The fact remained that he messed up.
The greatest strength of an assassin, the deadliest weapon of a killer, was not their blade or their body. It was the mind.
That was the truth he had lived by in his previous life. The world may have changed, but the principle remained constant.
He had lost himself to his emotions. And that… was unforgivable.
