His hands come up, grasp his hair, as if trying to pull the thoughts from his mind and leave him clean.
'What was the alternative? To stay in that tavern, damned and dying all over again? You did not tell me you would...do what you did. I would not have-'
But would he? After that night, the lash upon his back, the sickness, the...everything - he would have done anything to get away, would be not?
He strides forward, his will broken now, and grasps the man's shirt at the chest.
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His hands come up, grasp his hair, as if trying to pull the thoughts from his mind and leave him clean.
'What was the alternative? To stay in that tavern, damned and dying all over again? You did not tell me you would...do what you did. I would not have-'
But would he? After that night, the lash upon his back, the sickness, the...everything - he would have done anything to get away, would be not?
He strides forward, his will broken now, and grasps the man's shirt at the chest.
'Take me back.'