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[thecodexabides]

Gadriel's busy praising the Emperor or something. He'll get back to you asap. 

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[thecodexabides]

You should not. No one should.

Because I would do it again. [It was his duty, to extirpate heresy, to purge evil. He would do it again. But he shouldn't. ]

[wildwarden]

But I did. I still do.

You wouldn't hurt me now, would you? So what's the problem.

[thecodexabides]

The problem is ME. [If it were video he would hold up his hands, show the stain of her blood still on his armor because he hadn't had the heart or stomach to wash it off yet.]

How can I come near you with hands that have spilled your blood?

[wildwarden]

( it is a fair point, but Night Sky doesn't like pushing people away, especially someone she likes. Someone who was willing to do something truly terrible to give her the freedom she always wanted. Not many people would understand that.)

I — I don't know. If it's too much for you, I won't make you. I'll keep my distance, if that's what you want.

[thecodexabides]

[A heavy sigh. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden, to be something she had to avoid. ]

Sky, you do not have to avoid me.

I am glad you are safe.

Are you at your home? With the bath?

[wildwarden]

But it sounds like you want me to, so I don't know what you want, Gadriel.

I am.

[thecodexabides]

Because I do not know what I want, either!

I want it to never have happened. But that is not possible.

[wildwarden]

( there's a soft, little sound of distress.)

It's not. I guess... take some time to think? I'll be here, if you need me.

You know where to find me.