[Well.

Now Angus sure feels like an asshole.

He definitely overreacted. He knows that's a sore spot of his, but he didn't have to go and yell at her... Normally he wouldn't. He'd just silently accept her point of view and move on, with no plans to change his life but able to keep her content with it for now.

Angus didn't realize how much he wanted to yell at everyone who tried to assume he was in over his head, taking on something too big for a kid his age, and now he's done it and already regretted it.

He instantly looks away, face flushing in shame.]

I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't want to yell at you. I wouldn't normally. I feel like yelling all the time and I wish I didn't.

And... I'm sorry about your children. I just... have a lot of experience with my job, even at my age, and I've yet to seriously injure myself. I can't say it's never been dangerous, but I'm very careful and work closely with the militia, who often assign me protection if I'm ever worried.

What... happened to those children? Why did they all do something so dangerous? Is your world like Ms. Georgia's or Clementine's?