I am not the man you thought I was

Eligos quivered as he met his brother's eyes, at Pyrrhic's disbelieving words. His mouth opened to say something, anything, but no words came to him. I think I killed your daughter. I believe I am a murderer. When Riva cried out and flung herself at his paws, to clutch for the body of her daughter, Eligos visibly flinched. Shame, remorse, and self loathing burned through him, and he found himself dropping his gaze from Pyrrhic's and looking aside. They should never have trusted him to lead, none of them. He never should have tried. He was worse than a failure, he was a monster. Maybe Archon had been right. Maybe he was just like him. "This is my fault," he ground out, forcing the words to come. He didn't look at Dantalian, didn't want to find his gaze furtively searching her throat for wounds, so he kept his gaze to the side. To actually see what he'd done would be worse than just believing it. He couldn't bear it if the sight triggered a lost memory out of that blankness in his mind. "I did this. The madness..." He hesitated, and ended simply before he could find himself giving excuses for what he'd done. "I... I killed Dantalian."