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Víðarr · 03-16-2023, 01:37 AM

She's patient in a way that's equal parts comforting and unsettling. Víðarr knows this silence, and he knows her. Still, he lacks the emotional intelligence to well and truly navigate this. The shadow knows that he's out of his depth, and still... and still. He knows that he has to try. He owes her that much. They are blood, and in the same way, they are flesh. Their understanding is something deeper than necessity, it's coded deep within them. Though that may be the case, Víðarr worried that any apology he could give wouldn't be enough.

But he needs to try. He studies her for a long moment. Though a bit older, she's still Iðunn. The priestess looks very much the same as she always has. There was comfort in this too, the sameness, the familiarity. His voice is quiet as he finally speaks. "I'm sorry I left you, though he knows that's not the only transgression here. Still, these are the words that come. Víðarr had sworn to lead them, protect them, keep them safe. "I'm sorry that I let you down," and he was. He'd let them all down, left them hanging.

From here, he's quiet again. Carefully watching, and ready for whatever reaction may come.

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