I was going to put a bullet in my head that night. To protect him, to protect them.

[ Ethan states this as casually as possible, pulling away from Dorian to grab for the couch and take a seat. His gaze lingers on the bottle he took from him but, rather than grab for it, he rests his elbows on his knees and puts his head in his hands before continuing to tell his tale. ]

He stopped me, took my guns away so I couldn't try it again. Said my life held more value than his.

[ How could one life be more precious than another? Even now he doesn't understand Sembene's sacrifice, or maybe that's just the denial creeping in. A death that was completely avoidable and all he could clearly remember was begging him to kill him first, knowing how much of a blow it would be to Malcolm and Vanessa to lose him. ]

The wrong person died that night, Dorian.