If you could take it all back

Proserpina's words awoke a rage in Eligos like few things could. If she hadn't been his cousin - more, if she hadn't been his friend, and one of the few who had always stood by him - he would have gone for her throat. As it was he barely held himself, quivering, back from it, and a savage snarl tore from his chest. "Don't be a fool, Proserpina. You were not the only one to experience that illness. Riva herself was sickened with it. You think she chose not to help you? She was locked away for her own safety!" His own words dredged up the memory of that day, unwillingly, of when he had dragged Riva and Pyrrhic's daughter to the cave Pyrrhic had been guarding Riva in. He closed his eyes against that pain, though it did nothing to banish the memory. He growled low in his throat. "For the Fallen's sake, Ina, her CHILD died of this disease. How could you accuse her of having brought this on us?" He opened his eyes again to stare coldly down at his cousin. "If blasphemy from someone not even of our blood could have driven the Fallen to punish us with such an event, every one of us would be dead by now as surely as the sun rises. Our own UNCLE was a heretic, and his blasphemous bloodline still walk our lands spreading their lies, yet it is a single comment from Pyrrhic's WIFE that would nearly destroy us? I thought you were better than this petty jealousy, Ina."