After the Civil War, Raegis wasn't the same. He could hear his friend's voice reminding him of the nature of the Legions, of the Charr. You will watch your friends march, and one day they won't come back. They never tell you that when you are the reason someone's friend won't come home, that the blood never goes away.

A comm I got a while back to depict Rae's hidden wounds after the events of IBS.

Raegis belongs to me.
Charr belong to Anet
Art is done by the lovely Nahst-y