[Myr shouldn't be one to hate others--and Everett's answer shames him, that he'd already written Dorchacht's Witches off as irredeemable for what they'd supported, what they'd inflicted on their Monsters.
Unseen, he ducks his head, chin to chest; cups his watch in both hands and fidgets his thumbs over its face.
Maker, Lady, forgive me for being so quick to judge. If Archon Hessarian could mend his ways after what he'd done, how much someone guilty of any lesser crime?]
I confess, [very quietly, very contrite,] I hadn't thought to give them that chance. I didn't believe them capable of it, seeing what they'd done.
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Unseen, he ducks his head, chin to chest; cups his watch in both hands and fidgets his thumbs over its face.
Maker, Lady, forgive me for being so quick to judge. If Archon Hessarian could mend his ways after what he'd done, how much someone guilty of any lesser crime?]
I confess, [very quietly, very contrite,] I hadn't thought to give them that chance. I didn't believe them capable of it, seeing what they'd done.