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A ki blast, a small thump on the dirt and a quick kick over the corpseto fill the hole. It didn't feel as bad as Dashade had feared but the nagging sense of guilt ate away at him, sometimes leaning up to whisper in the back of his mind. Another ki blast, another small thump, another filling of dirt. Another nameless grave. Another wasted life. Shaking his head quickly, he bent down to pick up the next body with ease, struggling against the temptatio to look down at lifeless expression of his dead comrade. "Years of high society pressure to tell me I'm above it all, and here I am, groveling before my guilt. Such a sight would make even my brother laugh"

He took one more long glance at the group of warriors being hailed by the other civilians, anther feeling growing in his chest as he looked over them. When he looked to Pikruel it burned greater. Was it anger Sadness? Dissappointment? Taking one long look at the Warrior he thought to her smileing expression and modest words. The blue one is a ego built atop a foundation of snark, condecention and arrogance. The Namekian is a peaceful wonderer, seemingly just gla he's still alive. But that Saiyan... She's living in the aftermath of a battle that claimed the lives of many, a battle where she went to great lengths herself to spare all. Yet she still smiles, acting as if it was just a spar with no stakes in it. Is she only focusing on what she saved? On the good that she did? She obviously cared more for life then her partner...

There it was, he realised what the feeling was now, even if he didn't understand. Jelousy.