[There is a moment where he considers just walking away. He has done that before. Discarding everything that didn’t feel necessary and in the end that got him no where.
There is just blood on his hands and a loneliness that gods could exploit.
He takes a breath and faces him,] I’ll take the chance then. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.
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There is just blood on his hands and a loneliness that gods could exploit.
He takes a breath and faces him,] I’ll take the chance then. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.