Moulin felt like a worm at the end of a hook. Well, he did agree to the proposal during the meeting and even suggested his own captivity. And now thinking about it once more, it does sound quite stupid of him. He wasn't afraid of criticism. Only the thought of implicating hundreds of survivors in their plan made him fearful. Yes. He was hurt and murdered, but it did not make him an unsympathetic monster. But the thought that it was his existence that caused most of the catastrophe, made him sometimes think that he wasn't meant to survive at all.
And it comes again. The self-hate and disgust. Like ants crawling all over his body.
Moulin's pupils trembled as he tried to tamp down the unwanted feelings. While he wallowed in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a warm sensation fill his tight chest. The bond thrummed, making Moulin raise his head and meet a pair of golden eyes staring at him with faint concern.