[ Bariyan watches Koltira move, and feels a sharp jab in his chest. A sensation not unlike being stabbed.
He thinks, for a brief moment, about asking Koltira to stay. He doesn't want the man to go; he wants Koltira to stay, wants to kiss him again, wants to fall asleep in Koltira's arms and pretend that maybe he'll be allowed to stay here, that maybe he doesn't have to die yet. But that is selfish, too. And Bariyan has exploited Koltira enough tonight.
Standards. He is a dead man, and he is Catsovi e Viciro's, besides. He should not have done this. He should have acted his role, and known his place.
Bariyan bows his head, and steps away. ]
I've misled you... hurt you. I'm sorry. [ He cannot be sorry enough. ]
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He thinks, for a brief moment, about asking Koltira to stay. He doesn't want the man to go; he wants Koltira to stay, wants to kiss him again, wants to fall asleep in Koltira's arms and pretend that maybe he'll be allowed to stay here, that maybe he doesn't have to die yet. But that is selfish, too. And Bariyan has exploited Koltira enough tonight.
Standards. He is a dead man, and he is Catsovi e Viciro's, besides. He should not have done this. He should have acted his role, and known his place.
Bariyan bows his head, and steps away. ]
I've misled you... hurt you. I'm sorry. [ He cannot be sorry enough. ]