[That seems to orient the last of his awareness. The ache passes, leaving something more nebulous in its wake. Sieghart straightens and reaches up to wipe his face; to flow like this, tears really are timeless.]
No. [He swallows, clearing his throat of the lump nestled there.] It's not your fault.
[If anything, a part of him is ashamed that he subjected Alphinaud to the experience.]
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No. [He swallows, clearing his throat of the lump nestled there.] It's not your fault.
[If anything, a part of him is ashamed that he subjected Alphinaud to the experience.]