[ His fists unfold to cover his eyes as Syrlya's hand begins to rub his back. It helps. A bit. It relieves his tension, and Trahearne exhales audibly. He feels the tears stinging the back of his eyes, so he squeezes them shut. He doesn't want to cry.
After a few deep breaths, he calms himself. Enough to talk, at least. His mind has been whirring in the silence. And though he knows Syrlya doesn't hate him, or wishes he remains dead, there is one question that has been haunting him recently. ]
...So many Pact soldiers and sylvari died in Maguuma. [ His voice is thicker with tears than he expects. He pauses, trying to compose himself further. ] Why is it all right that I come back, and...none of them do?
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After a few deep breaths, he calms himself. Enough to talk, at least. His mind has been whirring in the silence. And though he knows Syrlya doesn't hate him, or wishes he remains dead, there is one question that has been haunting him recently. ]
...So many Pact soldiers and sylvari died in Maguuma. [ His voice is thicker with tears than he expects. He pauses, trying to compose himself further. ] Why is it all right that I come back, and...none of them do?