[ It is such a quick shift that for a moment she is lost, left holding onto the thread and balance of her side of a conversation that of a sudden has ceased.
Antiva. We are in Antiva. He is young, and he has killed a man.
She draws the hand she holds to her lips for a moment, then shifts in his lap so she can curl herself closer. Can wind an arm up over his shoulder and cradle his head against hers. ]
Ah, mon coeur.
[ A soft sorrow, yes, but not of her guilt. It is for him, and a life forever changed. ]
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Antiva. We are in Antiva. He is young, and he has killed a man.
She draws the hand she holds to her lips for a moment, then shifts in his lap so she can curl herself closer. Can wind an arm up over his shoulder and cradle his head against hers. ]
Ah, mon coeur.
[ A soft sorrow, yes, but not of her guilt. It is for him, and a life forever changed. ]
She left you to bear it alone?