[ She might not smile, but even in death, Flayn is more gracious than most ghosts. Nothing like his father, or his father's soldiers, and all their anguished gnashing in his ears.
She is quiet, and her soul is so kind. But it doesn't change the fact that she's still here—still a fettered spirit, unable to find true rest. ]
I am so sorry.
[ For all his fury today, his voice is exhausted now, raw and open in its sorrow. ]
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She is quiet, and her soul is so kind. But it doesn't change the fact that she's still here—still a fettered spirit, unable to find true rest. ]
I am so sorry.
[ For all his fury today, his voice is exhausted now, raw and open in its sorrow. ]
Are you here because I broke our promise?