He could see her confusion clearly as he went on. He nodded solemnly when she apologized and denied his forgiveness. He had a feeling she would say as much and was not offended. She would remain tormented as long as she willed it, it was not always easy to find the way out even if the path was given to you.
She at least relented that the girl should have been made aware but still Bellamy refused to put down the burden of maiming her. He nodded understanding, gently sitting before the taller woman, still eagerly listening. She went on about whom she called the Agent of Chaos, Delusion, and Calamity. They sounded like entities with different names where he came from, perhaps they were the same? Or perhaps they were similar but of a different arrangement than what he had known before? Maybe it mattered little in this circumstance.
"I take no offense, Bellamy. The very fact that you grieve and are impacted by these events so deeply is a testament to your virtue. Your care and kindness seep from your very pores. That is why it is so heavy on you now. I think you have done well in providing this sanctuary."
He dipped his head as she mentioned her daughter, "If Haydee allows my aid, I will give it just as readily. I can not presume she will want it until she says so herself." He was adamant that the young leader would have her autonomy.
"Though I was trained to carry the burdens of my people, it is your right to hold them how you see fit. When you are ready to lay them down, my mother once taught me that the waters can carry our transgressions better than any prophet or prayer. She told me to speak them into the water as if they would turn into a stick or leaf and the water would carry them away to the ocean. So perhaps when you are ready, if you feel so inclined to share, you can tell me if that ritual felt right for you." He hoped the idea might be a comfort at least.
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