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[sir_lightfellow]

*is sitting in a corner of the tavern alone, with a tankard of ale as his only company and looking less sociable than normal; if his usual friendliness and warmth drew people in, his current state of chilliness would do the opposite. Unless you were one particular one-eyed mercenary, of course*

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[trueltning_fury]

*said one-eyed mercenary is still in a dark cloud himself, but Wyatt is one of few people he actually wants to see. Tankard in hand, he slumps into the facing chair at his table*

Dare I ask?

[sir_lightfellow]

Not much to say, really. Except that I don't think ... I can ever forgive myself.

[trueltning_fury]

*sigh*

What did you do now?

[sir_lightfellow]

Now? How about what haven't I done in all the 93 years of life? Who haven't I hurt? Et cetera, et cetera.

But I've come to accept that much at least. No point in rehashing what I have or haven't done wrong. How are you holding up?