[ In a way, this is nothing he hasn't heard before. They're words he's spoken to himself hundreds of times over, words that have twisted their way into his head in the first few days following, trying to make him doubt everything. He had dealt with this, laid it to rest, laid his friends to rest- and now it was all being dredged up again, but this time it was coming straight from Krem's mouth. ]
The Qun demands sacrifice. [ As if that somehow explains everything, but he can't expect those outside the Qun to understand it. They never do. ] I'm sorry that it was yours.
[ He's trying to reiterate everything that he had told himself, everything that had helped him work through this. But his voice is uneven, his hands clenched at his sides. He doesn't want to do this, he can't do this, and yet he's frozen to the spot. ]
big ol bite of a feels sandwich
The Qun demands sacrifice. [ As if that somehow explains everything, but he can't expect those outside the Qun to understand it. They never do. ] I'm sorry that it was yours.
[ He's trying to reiterate everything that he had told himself, everything that had helped him work through this. But his voice is uneven, his hands clenched at his sides. He doesn't want to do this, he can't do this, and yet he's frozen to the spot. ]