[ Out of all the things for Ardyn to do, that--the simply act of lowering the sword--was not one of them. Somnus hesitates, then lifts his head completely, turns it so he's looking at him.
He shouldn't feel remorse. Does he even have the right to? And yet, some part of Somnus's heart had died when he'd learned of what he'd had to do. It's a shameful thing he did--he'd thrown himself too far into the charade and hadn't looked back. It occurs to him now, staring at Ardyn, that it had been simply a way to keep himself from faltering.
Somnus holds his gaze. ]
... I do not expect you to forgive me, even if I were to apologize. [ He can't ask for Ardyn's forgiveness. He won't. ] I did what I had to.
[ But in his voice, unmistakably, there's regret. ]
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He shouldn't feel remorse. Does he even have the right to? And yet, some part of Somnus's heart had died when he'd learned of what he'd had to do. It's a shameful thing he did--he'd thrown himself too far into the charade and hadn't looked back. It occurs to him now, staring at Ardyn, that it had been simply a way to keep himself from faltering.
Somnus holds his gaze. ]
... I do not expect you to forgive me, even if I were to apologize. [ He can't ask for Ardyn's forgiveness. He won't. ] I did what I had to.
[ But in his voice, unmistakably, there's regret. ]