Well I was soloing on my BLM today, when I took a second to think while resting.
I thought of that poor Goblin, who's little pet bee I kept killing. It's not that I just killed it, it's that I slammed it close to death with a rock, shocked it closer to death, then drowned it with the fury of water.
I couldn't help but think how that poor goblin pathfinder felt about all this.
Imagine your wife left you, you were $10,000 in debt, you were living in a crap apartment in the slums of city, with only your pet bee to keep you company.
Your pet bee is like the child you never had with that cheating whore. He meant the world to you. So your taking your bee for a walk, you stop at a crosswalk, your little bee behind you out of site. Then you turn around to find your pet bee gone. Vanished. Your wrecked, you have nothing to live for anymore. It starts raining, you start to head home.
And yes, I almost cried while writing this.