[This was not what Koltira wanted to happen at all. He steps back as Martin approaches, emotionally paralyzed by his shame and guilt. The child looks so uncertain, so unhappy, and it's more than Koltira can bear. The sight of it cuts through any other feeling--any warmth from the alcohol swimming in his veins, any agitation at the bar they had just left behind, any sense of camaraderie with the man who had brought him out tonight.
He shouldn't have sent that initial message, he thinks. He should not have come here. This is not where he belongs--not that such a place even exists.
He murmurs, 'I'm sorry'. He takes another step back, turns around again. He's going.]
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He shouldn't have sent that initial message, he thinks. He should not have come here. This is not where he belongs--not that such a place even exists.
He murmurs, 'I'm sorry'. He takes another step back, turns around again. He's going.]