[ He squeezes Koltira and holds tight for a long moment. As if hoping that his mind will settle, hoping that his conscience will allow him this one thing, this one night -- or even this one moment.
But guilt runs heavy through Bariyan's veins. It had been dammed up by willful blankness, by the wine from earlier. That dam has broken, now.
This is wrong, he thinks. Everything about this is wrong. He has to leave. He must. ]
I'm sorry. [ Bariyan disentangles himself, pushes himself back, starts to get up. He doesn't look at Koltira. Hid movements, his very words are panic-stricken. ] I can't-- I shouldn't. You've been very kind, but-- I-- I'm so sorry.
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But guilt runs heavy through Bariyan's veins. It had been dammed up by willful blankness, by the wine from earlier. That dam has broken, now.
This is wrong, he thinks. Everything about this is wrong. He has to leave. He must. ]
I'm sorry. [ Bariyan disentangles himself, pushes himself back, starts to get up. He doesn't look at Koltira. Hid movements, his very words are panic-stricken. ] I can't-- I shouldn't. You've been very kind, but-- I-- I'm so sorry.