I had a good feeling about this one. I'd done all of the proper wooing prior to the date. [b]Mirror selfie?[/b] [i]Check.[/i] [b]Fresh emotes?[/b] [i]Check.[/i] [b]Sweet new nightfall ghost shell?[/b] [i]Triple check.[/i] I was even going to use those gauntlets later to make my explosive last twice as long. All preparation aside, the only thing on the menu would be [b][i]regret.[/i][/b] It started out well enough. I ordered the Smith Steak, she had the stuffed Tacoverse ala' Dague. They say the best treasures are always hidden in plain site, and mine was just feet away. [b]Alas,[/b] my flux grenades were not to detonate tonight. I excused myself from the table to use the [b]Little Hunter's room,[/b] and that's when I heard it. As I turned away from her, a scream to rival Omnigul on a HoW twitch reveal. This scream, was coming from [b][i]my table.[/i][/b] As it turns out, this is when she saw my class item. I consider myself a classy guy. [b][i]Roguish,[/i][/b] if I may be so bold. Nothing could prepare her, however, for [b][i]the shaderless cloak.[/i][/b] If love at first site exists, [b][i]this[/i][/b] was the opposite. My clashing class item bore into her eyes--neigh---her very [b][i]soul.[/i][/b] Like the eyes of an innocent child for the first time witnessing the dark parts of YouTube. I knew in this fleeting, terrible moment, I had scarred her. She may well never love again. For me, [b]it was over.[/b] The only course that remained was to flee. And so, [b]I fled.[/b] With the speed of a lagging Stormcaller, and the deft of a retreating Hunter, I vanished. I could never return. I had to start over...[b][i]entirely.[/i][/b] Leaving the local system behind, I found solace in the [b]Reef.[/b] I attached two prosthetic arms to my chiseled, yet worn body. I abandoned my gun for the life of a staff, or perhaps I was compensating. I live a quiet, broken life now. Petra is a heavy sleeper, though.... For now, I wait.