Dron watched as Tempest and Minnie talked, both of them getting more and more animated with every word out of their mouths.
He, on the other hand, was spiraling into an ocean of guilt.
It wasn't so much that he was upset that the work had been done, but that the work had been done without him there to help. Without him there to supervise.
He was supposed to be the leader of this entire group, but he allowed his baser needs to take over, and he left his people to their own devices. How did that make him any better than the Royals who abandoned them back in Thraqe?
Dron felt like a complete failure. He convinced all of these people to come here and help him, but at the first chance, he ran off to be with his woman. It was abhorrent.
"I need to get down there and start helping," Dron said, cutting Tempest and Minnie off mid-conversation.
"Oh, I'm sure if you two want to go back into the…"
"No, I'm going to help." Dron snapped at Minnie, and she jerked back in confusion.
