[ He's sorry because this is causing Viktor pain. He's sorry because he doesn't know what to say or do to help, trapped on the other side of the continent. Viktor doesn't seem to pull away, and so he gently strokes his cheek with a calloused thumb. ]
And you shouldn't be suddenly sorry for that. For curing yourself.
[ For being the only one to get any kind of good from the hexcore. As for the weapon that was made from his plans - Kahlil can say nothing good about what happened. Men die in wars. Kahlil holds nothing personal against the Thornean guards, he likes many of them, but he would trade all of their lives if that had to be the price to save Viktor's. He only regrets that Viktor should have to feel any responsibility for how the Free Cities manipulated his miracle.
He expects none of that callousness over the loss of life is anything Viktor wants to hear, so he keeps it to himself. ]
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And you shouldn't be suddenly sorry for that. For curing yourself.
[ For being the only one to get any kind of good from the hexcore. As for the weapon that was made from his plans - Kahlil can say nothing good about what happened. Men die in wars. Kahlil holds nothing personal against the Thornean guards, he likes many of them, but he would trade all of their lives if that had to be the price to save Viktor's. He only regrets that Viktor should have to feel any responsibility for how the Free Cities manipulated his miracle.
He expects none of that callousness over the loss of life is anything Viktor wants to hear, so he keeps it to himself. ]
What will you do now?