Rhythm had helped him out of the battlefield and they'd called the rest of his family, Isolde would hopefully be on her way shortly with the children but to be completely honest he wasn't sure if he could face them. He was indeed more ashamed than he'd ever been in his life, furious too but very much too broken to really let that rage take over as it usually did. "You'd better return to the bastard." Was all he could mutter, gaze not even lifting to look to Rhythm. She intended to heal his wounds, not that Soliloquy was interested in such an offer nor even sure that he wanted her help at all. There was no helping him now.
