[ it's been a harrowing time, and for what reason? it never ends. ]
Save your grief for Jace, Baela. I'm long foregone.
What has been taken cannot be returned now.
[ he can't even claim to want to forgive; what does forgiveness look like? what does mercy or kindness or love look like? all he's known is fury and hatred and the deep absence of true companionship. only vhagar stands apart; he aches for her now. to soar the skies and be free among the clouds with the tides of her temper anchoring him. ]
I am not asking your forgiveness. There is none for what has happened.
The words needed to be said still.
( it's why she hasn't said any of this. she knows it changes nothing. it shouldn't. what happened and what's happened since... the wounds are too deep. they're made. they're scarred. they're permanent. there is no changing it. there's not even forgiveness.
but nothing is assured anymore. and Baela doesn't want words left unspoken when even life is so tentative these days. )
[ what else can he say? she won't accept his forgiveness, even if he had any to offer; he murdered lucerys, there is no changing that. as he'd told alina, there is no room for forgiveness when one desires vengeance in true. ]
You have my peace, cousin. For now.
[ it's the most he can give. the most he'll ever ask for. ]
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I regret the cave.
It was just one reaction after another and it got out of hand and-
And now it haunts us all forever.
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Save your grief for Jace, Baela. I'm long foregone.
What has been taken cannot be returned now.
[ he can't even claim to want to forgive; what does forgiveness look like? what does mercy or kindness or love look like? all he's known is fury and hatred and the deep absence of true companionship. only vhagar stands apart; he aches for her now. to soar the skies and be free among the clouds with the tides of her temper anchoring him. ]
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The words needed to be said still.
( it's why she hasn't said any of this. she knows it changes nothing. it shouldn't. what happened and what's happened since... the wounds are too deep. they're made. they're scarred. they're permanent. there is no changing it. there's not even forgiveness.
but nothing is assured anymore. and Baela doesn't want words left unspoken when even life is so tentative these days. )
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[ what else can he say? she won't accept his forgiveness, even if he had any to offer; he murdered lucerys, there is no changing that. as he'd told alina, there is no room for forgiveness when one desires vengeance in true. ]
You have my peace, cousin. For now.
[ it's the most he can give. the most he'll ever ask for. ]