[ At the feel of arms around his shoulders, Kaveh's head immediately turns, face pressing into his friend's arm; a heavy sob escapes him, and his nails press into the skin of his legs, biting crescents of red into the pale skin.
What is it that he fears? The answer— ]
It's my fault, Tighnari. [ It's only the second time in his life he's dared speak the words aloud; the other time, he was drunk, talking to someone about whose opinion he tried to convince himself he didn't care. ] If it weren't for me, my father would still be alive—
[ How is he meant to tell anyone that? Perhaps there's some small chance Tighnari will forgive him, but anyone else would just— hell, he'll be lucky if Tighnari doesn't— ]
I'm sorry, [ he whispers, breath catching in another sob. ] I'm so sorry.
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What is it that he fears? The answer— ]
It's my fault, Tighnari. [ It's only the second time in his life he's dared speak the words aloud; the other time, he was drunk, talking to someone about whose opinion he tried to convince himself he didn't care. ] If it weren't for me, my father would still be alive—
[ How is he meant to tell anyone that? Perhaps there's some small chance Tighnari will forgive him, but anyone else would just— hell, he'll be lucky if Tighnari doesn't— ]
I'm sorry, [ he whispers, breath catching in another sob. ] I'm so sorry.