Veron's not exactly sure where things went wrong for him, but they definitely have. Not that things going wrong for him is new, exactly, just.... usually he has some memory of how it happened. Even if that memory is something as absurd as 'the crazy evil wizard made me do it.' That's at least better than the splitting headache he's got right now.

And the splitting heartache. That's literal, not metaphorical, by the way. He hasn't actually had to deal with the metaphorical version for comparison, just some vague unacknowledged pining for a tiefling that does not swing that way, and whom he hasn't seen in months. No, it's more like someone attempted to extract his actual, physical heart, and mostly just made a mess. A very painful mess. Which is saying something, actually, because his pain tolerance is 'I spent time in literal Hell' and this is... well, not exactly making it look like a papercut, but it's definitely above that. The impossible chill of Cania does not quite compare to the agony in his chest, exchanging his every intake of breath for a splitting, bone-deep sharpness that spreads to his ribs and spine. Or maybe not, maybe he just got used to Cania's nonsense, and the switch is throwing him off. It's hard to tell. If he's still alive when he's not in some kind of metaphysical agony, then he'll give a less biased opinion. Probably. If he doesn't need to save the world again or something. Which he probably will.

That's just kind of how his life goes, these days.