[ ... him? He greets the question with quirked brows and a face full of uncertainty. This is a question he's rarely been asked. Consequently, it's not one he knows how to answer. Particularly not in this situation.
He expected anger and outrage. Grief, bitterness. All of which would have been justified. This quiet, measured response is... well, peculiar. Some part of him is heartened by it, however. A mortal's capacity for forgiveness (or whatever this is) is truly a wonder. ]
I don't know. [ And truthfully, he doesn't. He could fake it, would have faked it in any other situation. But today has left him out of sorts. ] I'm surprised you came to see me. Did you have any lingering questions?
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He expected anger and outrage. Grief, bitterness. All of which would have been justified. This quiet, measured response is... well, peculiar. Some part of him is heartened by it, however. A mortal's capacity for forgiveness (or whatever this is) is truly a wonder. ]
I don't know. [ And truthfully, he doesn't. He could fake it, would have faked it in any other situation. But today has left him out of sorts. ] I'm surprised you came to see me. Did you have any lingering questions?