Character(s): Gabranth and whoever else shows up
Content: Gabranth takes to wandering the city after his release
Setting: I5
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: ...A severely unhappy Judge Magister?
An empty shell of a man. That was the simplest way to describe Gabranth's mindset after all that had been done to him at the hands of the Organization. True, he could yet manage to be civil, but there was no joy to yet. His hope; the Empire's hope was gone. He had failed. Failed to protect the one thing he had been asked and sworn to do.
And what did he have to show for it? Nothing save the armor he wore - more out of habit than anything else at this point. After all, what else did he have to wear? Nothing, save for if he should once again impersonate his brother. But for all the armor he wore was as hollow as he, he could scarce manage to summon the willpower to not - even should it it be to something that he'd worn before more than once.
No, for now he'd simply be as he was. A failed guardian, with nothing left to protect.