The world spins on, alright. But don't you wonder what the alternative could have been? You could have been at her side today--not begging me to send her letters she'll read from the overworld.
[ Wriothesley won't say he mourns what could have been, but he does think there can be no acceptance without consideration for the what-ifs. He does wish he had a better childhood. He does wonder what a life without Meropide could have looked like. Would he trade the man he is today for the man he could have been? Probably not--he's long since picked through those ruins and taken what he could from them.
He shouldn't let this get to him. By his own admission, these things take time--but to Wriothesley, it doesn't sound as if Lyney accepts his sin at all: it sounds as if he's accepted the concept of six months in the undertow, and an eventual return to form. Nothing more. ]
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[ Wriothesley won't say he mourns what could have been, but he does think there can be no acceptance without consideration for the what-ifs. He does wish he had a better childhood. He does wonder what a life without Meropide could have looked like. Would he trade the man he is today for the man he could have been? Probably not--he's long since picked through those ruins and taken what he could from them.
He shouldn't let this get to him. By his own admission, these things take time--but to Wriothesley, it doesn't sound as if Lyney accepts his sin at all: it sounds as if he's accepted the concept of six months in the undertow, and an eventual return to form. Nothing more. ]