I’ve found myself emotionally impacted by games a few times.  Most recently, I’ve been quite distressed by Skyrim on a couple occasions.  The first was when my housecarl Lydia got killed in battle. When I noticed, I restarted from my previous save and made sure to tell her to stay back so that I could attempt to take our opponents out on my own.  This has also happened when either my dog, Vigilance, or my horse have been killed.  Every time, I feel guilty for not protecting them.

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