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"Thank you for your tireless work. Goodbye."
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"And she never said whether Arnissa, Rapi, and Faemira survived the fire..." Beata thought belatedly.
However, she no longer had the strength to be angry or do anything, and she burst into tears, covering her face with her hands.
"Wilma, she... She seemed so kind and bright to me. She was going to participate for free, just to please the audience..." Gillon whispered.
"You're not helping," Beata whimpered barely audibly through her tears.
"I'm sorry," he hugged her and pulled her close.
"Don't blame yourself for what happened," the Taranian's gaze was directed at Beata, "even if you hadn't decided to put on your performance, Zostmer would have still lashed out at someone else and taken innocent lives. Given what we know about him, he didn't hide his nature and didn't even try to, so you are no more to blame than any other casual acquaintance of that scoundrel. Although this does not negate the tragedy that has occurred."