Thinking about the fact that Owain might die tomorrow and only then, when someone removes his armor for burial, would the sacrifices he has made be known.
Thinking about Mae sobbing over his body, the first time she has truly seen him like the way he saw her.
Thinking about Scott doing his best to heal the wounds that were freshest when he was slain.
Thinking about Kitty realizing just how strong the second most perfect knight must’ve been.
Thinking about Graecie wishing she could’ve gotten through his tough exterior, both physical and emotional, sooner.
Thinking about Shan staring at the face she remembers from all those weeks ago, counting how many more new scars had appeared.
Thinking about Eloise wondering if this was somehow another thing she got wrong.
Thinking about Nom standing away from the rest of the members of his kingdom. Thinking about Nom thinking about how many of those scars were his fault. Thinking about Nom thinking about how things would’ve gone if he had told someone weeks ago. Thinking about Nom thinking about how he must truly start to pay his own penance.
Thinking about whether or not I’m going to regret posting this.
