[It's easier to turn away and think about something else. If he does that, he doesn't have to think about the crushing guilt. Guilt is the word that comes to mind, though, when Lucretia whispers her regret and Sieghart draws back with a pensive mien.
He gives them a moment for the words to settle in the silence. Regretting the consequences of one's actions is a torturous type of guilt; this, he understands.
If only—]
. . . I see the need for secrecy now, and why you have to be in charge.
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He gives them a moment for the words to settle in the silence. Regretting the consequences of one's actions is a torturous type of guilt; this, he understands.
If only—]
. . . I see the need for secrecy now, and why you have to be in charge.