[ He's thinking along the same lines. He will come visit, of course he will, but she- she will never get to return. Not unless something happens. ]
Will you forgive me for being a hypocrite?
[ His voice is sad, wavering, and the corners of his eyes glitter. For the loss of her that will be felt, despite her still being here. For the unfairness to her. ]
You do not have to do this, my darling. This is your life, no one else has the right to demand anything of you. Not the Gods, not the World itself. No one will blame you if you stop, turn back.
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[ He's thinking along the same lines. He will come visit, of course he will, but she- she will never get to return. Not unless something happens. ]
Will you forgive me for being a hypocrite?
[ His voice is sad, wavering, and the corners of his eyes glitter. For the loss of her that will be felt, despite her still being here. For the unfairness to her. ]
You do not have to do this, my darling. This is your life, no one else has the right to demand anything of you. Not the Gods, not the World itself. No one will blame you if you stop, turn back.