✠“……I won’t let it turn out like that,” she muttered.
The hollow murmurs scattered like broken fragments in the still air.
Ayleth Rodeline, having defined him as someone she could “trust,” was now in his arms, completely unguarded.
Tesilid looked down at her with lowered eyes.
Ayleth had been worried until the end about his fragile mind, fearing it would break and fall into corruption.
It troubled him to watch her worrying over something unnecessary. Should he tell her now, though?
That he was already a lost cause.
