Careless

You don’t care anymore. You make your way home, trying to ignore the humiliation and self-hatred (but you can’t).

Maybe if you ignore it hard enough the guilt will go away (it doesn’t).

Maybe if you blink fast enough the tears won’t come (they do).

On your way home you are careless, your mind elsewhere. You’re killed by the evil that roams the Underdark. You die alone with the truth. No one will ever learn and it’ll stay that way because of you.

Congrats.