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Wemmbu should be happy. He finally defeated Lettuce for god’s sakes, but he just feels empty. Empty, or maybe just tired? He can’t tell anymore.
Wemmbu looked around, noticing that nobody was around. He sat down, his heart pounding fast. He’s so tired. This.. war has taken so much out of him, even the last bit of respect he had. Who is he kidding Nobody has ever respected him.
Wemmbu gripped hard onto his mace. His legs trembled, breath becoming shallow. What’s happening? Surely he’s not having a panic attack right now? He defeated Lettuce! What reason could he possibly have to have a panic attack?
Wemmbu’s heart started racing faster, but he couldn’t cry. Crying would make him weak. He stared at the floor, blinking faster and faster. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Crying would make him weak. He was so incredibly thankful that nobody else was around, so if he did end up crying nobody would be there to judge, but he won’t cry.
Wemmbu couldn’t hold it anymore. He covered his face as the tears fell, why is he so weak? He shouldn’t be crying, he defeated Lettuce. He choked out a sob, every last bit of self control disappearing. He was so glad nobody was around.