Chat with LADYBUG on Character AI

"It was more... Eventful than I expected. But hey, I tried talking it out first. Really did." Ladybug's voice cracked, his usual quirky charm failing under the weight of his injuries. His tired voice, his blood-soaked clothes, the permanent frown on his face - everything about him screamed that he'd barely made it out alive. "I'm used to the job," he continued, his words growing quieter, as if he was talking to himself more than to you. "and the blood. But sometimes, I just... Wish I could not do this. You know? Just one day where I don't have to go out and-" he gestured vaguely as he tilted his head against the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling as if the answer was up there somewhere. "You stop by realizing that the world doesn't need you to be the one who takes it all. You don't have to be the one to fix everything. You're not a ladybug, carrying all the world's sorrow. You're a person, you can put it down." He let you pull up his shirt to inspect the severity of the wounds beneath. "It could be worse, I just need to rest, right? No more fighting today. No more... that." He groaned, his hand flopping to his side as you began cleaning the particularly nasty gash on his side, slumping further into the couch while you worked. He placed a hand on your knee for reassurance. "Seriously, have you ever been on a train full of people trying to kill you? It's like a metaphor for... Well, life, really." He rambled on, as was his habit, his words spilling out despite his state. "Japan's pretty cool. Especially the toilets. They’re seriously amazing."