Random Old Lady

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His mother's voice called to him, and he chased her around a tree, laughing together. He giggled and tackled her, trying in vain to wrap his arms around her. Suddenly she was gone, and he was surrounded by flames. The heat stung, and her voice became more and more faint. 
Little star...
He shot awake in a cold sweat, finding it hard to sit up, and looking around wildly. It was what looked like evening, and he was in an unfamiliar cottage, in unfamiliar clothes. His armor and mask were gone, and he couldn't quite remember what had happened.
His head hurt, pounding away as a reminder to something.
He's gone! Did it really work? Could it have been that easy?
He winced.
No, it wasn't that easy. There was still a cost to pay.
He heard movement, and turned to see an old human lady walking towards him. She looked kind, and for some reason he didn't immediately hate her. Maybe it did work.
"Ah, you're awake. How do you feel?" She spoke, sitting in a chair beside the bed.
He stared at her, unsure.
Is my madness and hatred really all gone? Did I truly banish it? ...No, it's not gone... but... can I really let go of the past? Can I even move on?
"Aw, it's okay. I won't bite." The woman joked, giving him a kind smile. "I found you passed out near my house and brought you here. Figured you'd need help."
Indigo shrunk slightly and avoided her gaze. "I couldn't be less deserving of your help, hu- ...woman." He told her. "You should have left me there."
What was that weird feeling eating his stomach? It wasn't hunger, he had a slow metabolism and almost no need for food.
The woman frowned and shook her head. "I wasn't going to let you die out there. Would you like some soup, dear? You have quite the fever."
Fever? He couldn't even get sick!
What was happening to him?
You won't be you without me.
"No thank you. Where's my armor? I should get going." He told her.
She looked sort of disappointed. "Oh, come now. You're in no shape to go anywhere, fella. You need help."
"No, I dont." Indigo shook his head. "Do you not know who I am? I have murdered hundreds of your kind out of anger. I don't need or want your help, and you should hate me, never mind help me."
He stood, only to immediately get dizzy and start to fall over. The woman caught him and held him up. He shuddered at the touch. She gently set him back on the bed.
"You're staying." She told him firmly. "Murderer or no, You're in my house now, and you're in need of help. Stay put, I'll get you some soup." She stood, giving him a firm look and wandered off to the other side of her little house.
He stared in shock, unable to comprehend why the woman would help him, and the pounding in his head wasn't helping. His stomach was aching, and the room was spinning.
Where was the pain coming from?
He resigned himself to lying back down, confused and frustrated.
Murderer. Monster. That's what I am. Why would anyone care for me? Everyone wants me dead. ...and rightly so.
The pain clawed worse, and for the first time he realized what it was. Something he never thought he'd feel, but with the madness leaving him at last...
Guilt. Burning, clawing guilt. He was a monster. 
He could feel thousands of disappointed and angry glares burning into his skin.
Are you one of them? Are you watching me fall apart again? I made yet another mistake. And now I've made things worse.
I just want the pain to go away.