[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Memorial Hospital [/center]

Outside things appeared to be going better than anyone had first intended, including Felix himself. He'd seen bad movies, he'd read books that weren't necessarily accurate but convincing. They had him in a state of assurance that that blow to his eye would've had him killed there and then. Yet here he was. Still stuck in this world. He'd push on, he wasn't going to just lay over and die like some beat down horse who's legs had given in. He needed to atone.

As things began to smoothen out he stumbled down the streets of Berlin, the winds calming now, allowing him to walk peacefully. Every so often he'd have pangs of guilt. This was his drive now. He couldn't just let himself die after causing all that mayhem. What kind of ending would that be?? he knew he wouldn't have recovered in time, but he was determined. The determination surged through him. he would make sure he got revenge for that man.

he knew himself, he saw that man briefly. But that's what stung. A man doing his job was killed because of his actions. he pushed himself more down the streets. He was going to atone. He'd make things right. He didn't care if he died in the process, heck he wasn't worth anything. Anyone who caused some more death through their own stupidity wasn't worth it. If he was going down, he was going down kicking.