"Better than she knows," the Exarch says, “please, say nothing of it. Were something to happen to her, I couldn't..."
He stops, then looks to the mirror, in part so he does not have to look at Felih’s tearful face any longer - he has no reassurances to give, no apologies strong enough, and there is nothing he can do to ease Felih’s pain and anger. Nothing he can do to stop this cold, hollow ache that spreads through him. What little humanity remains hurts.
His voice still wavers, but he tries to change the subject. Tries. "P’rihnn is not with you?”
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He stops, then looks to the mirror, in part so he does not have to look at Felih’s tearful face any longer - he has no reassurances to give, no apologies strong enough, and there is nothing he can do to ease Felih’s pain and anger. Nothing he can do to stop this cold, hollow ache that spreads through him. What little humanity remains hurts.
His voice still wavers, but he tries to change the subject. Tries. "P’rihnn is not with you?”