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—So, right away, you mean she was "very unhappy"?... —the words stung Kлин deeply. —And you are very perceptive, Guyon. —With a heavy sigh, he released particles of his slightly darkened soul and sat down. —It was foolish to expect significant improvements in such a short time, but still...
—What happened? —He looked intently at his comrade for a moment, then stared at the floor. —I don't remember what you and Beata told us from your past — too many pages of the topic have passed, and it's not my business either, but... For some reason, you seem to me to be in some way similar to Saneksa, who went through a tragic experience. Sorry if that sounds wrong.
At this point, the mountaineer's consciousness falls silent for a moment, but not his tongue:
—You know, Guyon, what's the worst thing? That her "misfortune" is entirely my fault. I'm not looking for pity by pouring out unnecessary negativity on you, or embellishing things that were beyond my control. It was entirely my decision, — you may have heard the saying: "a person is less important than completing the task"? That's the whole story, since today is a day of revelations. And my subsequent curse, I think, is just divine punishment, but it's too little, pitifully little.
— I don't think you deliberately put her in danger, you don't seem like that kind of person. You had priorities, and, unfortunately, sometimes you can't go against them, I think she understands that too. Fortunately, you both got lucky. The main thing is that she is safe now and you are taking care of her, which means you have a chance to atone for your guilt, which... Is probably not that great. I think you've suffered enough as an undead, and since Saneksa accepted you after your choice, you shouldn't blame yourself even more. Shit happens, you need to accept the consequences, learn from it, and move on. All this is already in the past, and ahead is the restoration of your homeland and... A long and happy life, — he smiled and winked.
Having regained control of his mind, he gets up and pats his comrade on the shoulder:
—But you're right about you and Beata: looking at your happiness, I feel the greatest inspiration in life. That I too will be able to achieve the same worthy ending for us with Saneksa. Thank you... both of you. And... Be happy.
—Khmm, sorry for burdening you on a holiday, I'm a bit too talkative today after my resurrection. Well, that's all between us guys, as they say.
—Oh, please, call Sir Sirrion from the retinue of Count Credeare! —he introduced his pet with a solemn air. —By the way, the name is not just a play on words... Where did you get him? Creon from the residential park gave him to me. He says he ended up in the hospital because of something, and then somehow unexpectedly recovered. —He shrugs. —He had two more kittens left when we left, so if you've recovered from your previous loss, then...
—Well, why did you offend your friend? —he looked reproachfully at the all-understanding animal. —Such actions do not deserve elite cat food for 500 rem.
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