[It won't. If it could have, Four would have been more than glad to forget. To let it un-be, to bring Ril back from the death that he'd tried (and failed) to protect her from. But he can't. Even the events themselves will stick with him for a terribly long time, he suspects.
He gives Eight the time he needs, though. It gives him time to not have to think quite so much about it. To brace himself for the rest of the conversation.]
I did what I could, but...
[He'd been there, had fought at her side, but he'd never been meant for that sort of fight. If he'd been better able to heal, maybe, or if he'd been himself the way he should have been... but what-ifs and maybes won't bring Ril back either. Only the gods can, now.]
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He gives Eight the time he needs, though. It gives him time to not have to think quite so much about it. To brace himself for the rest of the conversation.]
I did what I could, but...
[He'd been there, had fought at her side, but he'd never been meant for that sort of fight. If he'd been better able to heal, maybe, or if he'd been himself the way he should have been... but what-ifs and maybes won't bring Ril back either. Only the gods can, now.]