[His hands fall from his face to seek out the floor, his fingers clawing at nothing as they curl in to make fists. He bows his head, prostrating himself before Ion.
He doesn't deserve such compassion.]
. . . I'm sorry.
[Nor does he deserve forgiveness, but the mere privilege of being able to apologize instills in him a strange feeling.]
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He doesn't deserve such compassion.]
. . . I'm sorry.
[Nor does he deserve forgiveness, but the mere privilege of being able to apologize instills in him a strange feeling.]