[ Oh, sure, clearly Owen is untouched by any childhood trauma whatsoever, mmhm, although yes. He was only a child when it happened. One would think he would stop blaming himself at some point. That he couldn't magically rip apart the twisted metal and save her, that it hadn't been him instead, that he hadn't died along with his family...

A leftover with no place to go, nowhere to belong, wanted by no one. ]

It is that easy, isn't it? Perhaps I should go run some Areas instead... or work on decorating my room at the guild...