[ You find yourself in a section of the maze walled off by hedges sporting glowing blue flowers. Several tree stumps with rich velvet cushions on them surround a much larger stump, upon which lie a number of cards... ]
[ The moment you pick up this card, a heavy weight settles upon your shoulders. It's not a physical weight, though. Instead, it's the crushing guilt of all your past misdeeds, come to drag you down into misery and regret. No matter how you try, you cannot escape the sudden feeling of terrible, terrible guilt, nor can you stop reflecting upon all your wrongdoings in great detail--even if there aren't actually very many you can remember. ]
[...oh. well. lacking most of the awful memories this could stir, this guilt is very mysterious (but still feels very real). certainly part of it is that his team keeps dying and/or getting maimed and obviously it's his fault, right? why did Schooler have to go through what appeared to be excruciating pain when he only has to feel like a huge asshole for awhile? his fault. clearly.
that said, how would you even tell that he feels this way? he always looks kind of sullen and irritated. it may seem like nothing is happening at all.]
[he'll spare Flame a glance and wonder why this poor little child had to end up in this stupid shitty world and die all the time god damn it everything is his fault, forgive him Flameling]
[poor Star. always jumping through flaming hoops for teammates and non-teammates alike, and he's never once made it up to her. god, what an asshole. there's no room for assholes on this team. everything is awful because of him.]
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that said, how would you even tell that he feels this way? he always looks kind of sullen and irritated. it may seem like nothing is happening at all.]
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. . . M-Mister Mushroom. . . ?
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[but it's the opposite of what she wanted]
...M-Mushroom...?