[Nahyuta won't argue that. Countless times he's thought bitterly about how he gains people in his life, only to lose them, over and over. He lost Apollo and gained a sister, was reunited with his mother. He lost them both, then had to betray his father to preserve them. Then he lost the father he betrayed, never able to reconcile with him, and Apollo returned. Now Amara will never be able to reconcile with him, either, and Rayfa will never know the heroic father who gave so much for her kingdom.
What cruel irony is that?]
Yet you have helped him more than any other, in twenty-three years. All of Khura'in knows his innocence, and now his soul has departed to everlasting peace. So please-- [Nahyuta has to stop again, feeling himself shaking, his raw grief surging up and up with each word. He turns away from Apollo, his plea taking on a note of desperation.] --I beg of you, do not torment yourself over this. I could not bear it.
[Perhaps it's the effects of this place, but that last part slips out before he can stop himself. It feels selfish to express such a personal sentiment. Yet everyone has suffered enough, without Apollo forever bearing guilt he doesn't deserve to carry.]
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[Nahyuta won't argue that. Countless times he's thought bitterly about how he gains people in his life, only to lose them, over and over. He lost Apollo and gained a sister, was reunited with his mother. He lost them both, then had to betray his father to preserve them. Then he lost the father he betrayed, never able to reconcile with him, and Apollo returned. Now Amara will never be able to reconcile with him, either, and Rayfa will never know the heroic father who gave so much for her kingdom.
What cruel irony is that?]
Yet you have helped him more than any other, in twenty-three years. All of Khura'in knows his innocence, and now his soul has departed to everlasting peace. So please-- [Nahyuta has to stop again, feeling himself shaking, his raw grief surging up and up with each word. He turns away from Apollo, his plea taking on a note of desperation.] --I beg of you, do not torment yourself over this. I could not bear it.
[Perhaps it's the effects of this place, but that last part slips out before he can stop himself. It feels selfish to express such a personal sentiment. Yet everyone has suffered enough, without Apollo forever bearing guilt he doesn't deserve to carry.]