-Achrich is adrift in the dark forest, in a sea of misery and contempt-
... Blade is gone. Ran. Ran, damn it, I ran again!
My iniquity, damn- curse me, curse my cowardice, my failures... Creator, God, Demiurge- please- damn me! Curse me, for I am wretched, I do not deserve my flesh. I am a failure. Failure, damn! Damn, damn, damn! Unmake me... undo me... uncraft me... my flesh is worthwhile, but the spirit is weak, and weakness, sin, degeneracy... these can't be tolerated...
... I must be strong... Creator, I must be strong.
O Creator, I must be strong! Please- I- No!
I shall not beg, I deserve nothing I cannot achieve with my own hands. If I am not strong already, then I shall become beyond strength on my own...
-Wanders deeper in, cursing and muttering-

Probably is. Compared to everyone else I'm way in the future. Probably explains the odd getup for the most part.