Bermin went home to his mansion with his face plastering and projecting a mix of emotions, all of them is negativity. Regret, guilt, sadness, anger, and some others that he can't even identify because they are vague and submerged deep in the salad of bitterness in his feelings right now. It was prepared with different food preparations that made it bitter, salty, and just plain bland. He stepped out of the carriage with just weakness in his legs that are trying to carry his physical and emotional weight. Even non-tangible, it felt like his emotional baggage seems made him heavier for his feet. He almost snapped them off as they touched the ground, which made the archduke squint in the jolt of pain that he felt just recently. It was not that big of a pain but it just made his forehead skin
