The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[privatedomicile]

[Oh, shit. Given that is exactly what Jesse was thinking in his own illusion, he doesn't have it in him to keep pointing a gun even with how pissed off he is at that whole ordeal. So he tells Atem the same thing he tells himself:]

Beating yourself up about it ain't gonna change the past.

Only option you got is to grow a pair and move forward.