Neverwinter Forest i hate my last name. i hate everything it stands for

Off into the trees he went, though it was a rather slow process (slower than it needed to be anyways). He pushed himself off the trunk, stumbled a bit, stopped, stumbled forward again. If Mal decided to help, it would not be acknowledged. Cupid was robotic and his mind was set on resting. He moved like a drunkard all the way to the spot that had been pointed out.

Cupid let out a deep sigh and collapsed onto the snow. I fucked up. He stared out at nothing again, not realizing he had said anything for a few moments. When he did make the connection, he chuckled quietly to himself. 

I'm fucked up. Nice save. Like, sick kind of fucked up.