This is Regret.
He is filthy and malnourished and has a big head
He has memories and broken promises
One eye is bloodshot from seeing too much, the other blind to seeing anything at all.
He has a bright mask and bruises underneath
He is my Regret and I hate him.
When I regret doing something, or do something I know I WILL regret, I’m going to kill him.
Maybe after I kill him enough times I can reform him. Who knows.