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@electricseraph

He killed her.

But wasn’t it Kvar’s fault? He had tried to rescue her, harkening back to his days as a Tethe’allan knight like a hero in a storybook, hadn’t he?

Heh. How amusing, the excuses he can find to alleviate the weight of the guilt he must carry. His responsibility begins centuries ago, and it extends to the moment he raised his blade against her. 

And now, being in this city, he knows not whether it happened here or there, in Aselia. Time feels arbitrary. Where is he? Where was he yesterday? 

It matters little.

He cannot exactly answer how he ended up in this tiny run-down tavern, its wooden walls and dirty glasses made barely visible with dimly-glowing lamps on each table. It suits his needs perfectly: hidden and undoubtedly inexpensive. He orders his glass of whiskey and settles into a both tucked away in the corner. It’s somewhere he can be alone with his misery.

Or so he thinks. He’s about to order his second drink when a shadow appears across the table. Tired eyes turn to intruder before returning to the empty glass.