[He pauses, and he almost speaks, confesses. He hadn't told anyone, not even Koltira, about Vivian's fate. It was something that hung over him, and though his father's spirit had told him to move forward, to atone, he couldn't forgive himself.
He can still remember her kicking against the ghouls that held her, screaming to him, weeping.
Begging for mercy.
Hesitation. He takes a drink, and then shrugs softly, as if it didn't weight on him. He wasn't in the habit of lying, but this, this was a deeper shame than anything else.
Perhaps another time.]
I'm sure she's with the Light now. Perhaps your mother, as well, if you believe in such a thing.
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He can still remember her kicking against the ghouls that held her, screaming to him, weeping.
Begging for mercy.
Hesitation. He takes a drink, and then shrugs softly, as if it didn't weight on him. He wasn't in the habit of lying, but this, this was a deeper shame than anything else.
Perhaps another time.]
I'm sure she's with the Light now. Perhaps your mother, as well, if you believe in such a thing.
What of you? Do you have a family?