☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Beata finished sobbing and burst into bitter laughter. "Well, at least tomorrow, after the coronation, I can go back to sleep instead of worrying about the performance." "Beata, you..." "Forget it, Guyosh. It doesn't make sense. I was an idiot when I decided to do this. As if anything could have worked out for me, right?" "But you almost..." "Almost doesn't count. I messed up. People died because of me. Good people. Because I'm a lousy organizer who didn't give a damn about security." "You were..." "Enough with that!" she snapped, jumping up from the sofa. "I'm the organizer, I hired that bastard, it's my responsibility! You can say whatever you want, but it's all my fault, I tried, damn it, to do something good for once!" "Your fault, huh? Did you check him out? Did you know for sure he was a murderer? Did you point your finger at the people present and tell him, 'Kill that one, kill that one'?!" "What difference does it make! Does it make it any easier for the victims to know that it happened because of my negligence, rather than a direct order?!" Security, damn it, 2.71... I was so busy, and I missed the maniac right under my nose, 2.71, Beata, good job, you really made the citizens happy." "Yeah, maybe you even smuggled him in from that godforsaken Carnia in your pocket, and you've been hitting him on the head all this time so he'd go crazy and become a maniac." "Guyosh, I don't understand what you're trying to tell me. I'm the organizer, I'm in charge, everything that happened was due to my oversight and my fault, I have to take responsibility. I'm ready to face the court, pay all the fines and compensation to the families of the victims." "Damn it, Klin, hit her, please, you have a weaker punch." "It's very kind of you, and of all of you, to try to convince me that I'm not to blame, but that's just not true. I'm going to go write those damn essays, at least I'll finish something in my life. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the kitchen, destroying the coffee supply, because sleep is for losers," Beata turned on her heels and strode purposefully towards the kitchen. "God, I'm so tired of her crap," Guyon groaned, raising his eyes to the heavens as the door slammed shut behind Beata. "I don't know what I need to do to get it through her thick skull that she's not responsible for everything in the world, and that there's crap that's going to happen no matter what she wants or doesn't want! But no, damn it, we're going to suffer and agonize over every unforeseen event, and spend weeks blaming ourselves for not anticipating it, what a fool I am, I should buy a crystal ball and stock up on coffee grounds next time so I can predict everything perfectly." He leaned back on the sofa, covering his face with his hands. "Great Anuzish, give me patience, I don't need strength, or I'll beat the crap out of her."