[The words catch in his throat, as he looks away from Frieda, towards the flickering, receding light of the lantern there before them across the water. How to explain the whole sordid story? It aches, and with Evru's voice...
It would be easier if Evru would curse him for what he'd done. In death, even if he could not comprehend it in life. His anger would have made the wound clean, rather than leaving this hurt to fester and scar through Celehar's heart as it has. Instead he's left with this tumult. The ache of knowing that Evru committed so terrible an act. The guilt in knowing his desperation. The shame, and the despair of it all.]
It was not my help he asked. He did not know - not until they took him. In death I cannot be a comfort to him, for it was by my word he came to be executed, Min Reiss.
[He tries, so hard, to keep his voice steady, but on 'executed' it cracks, more rasp than spoken. He shakes his head.]
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It would be easier if Evru would curse him for what he'd done. In death, even if he could not comprehend it in life. His anger would have made the wound clean, rather than leaving this hurt to fester and scar through Celehar's heart as it has. Instead he's left with this tumult. The ache of knowing that Evru committed so terrible an act. The guilt in knowing his desperation. The shame, and the despair of it all.]
It was not my help he asked. He did not know - not until they took him. In death I cannot be a comfort to him, for it was by my word he came to be executed, Min Reiss.
[He tries, so hard, to keep his voice steady, but on 'executed' it cracks, more rasp than spoken. He shakes his head.]
We must keep walking.