That doesn't make the sight any less horrifying. Sieghart's treacherous heart twists as he gazes into Flayn's lifeless eyes from a distance. Suddenly he's thrust back into the flaming ruins of his last home, surrounded by the bodies of his Highlander brethren, when the fire goes up into smoke and the vision of Kyle fallen over in agony fills his gaze. Then he's back in the mansion before he can even blink, his breath caught, and there's Flayn again.
None of this is real; he knows that much. But the guilt that stirs inside him is very real and familiar, and his expression crumbles in on itself as a weight settles in his chest. It's the weight of his fear that's kept him up every night since the moment he snapped that delicate neck, choking him from the inside: that he'll fail to see life in those gentle green eyes again, that she and her hostage will languish in senseless cruelty forevermore for it, that he won't be able to tell her how sorry he is for the fright and anguish he must've caused—another failure, piled on top of every other mistake he's ever made, forcing others to face the consequences of his monstrous actions.
It's as he said to Dimitri, whose face he's deeply ashamed to see soon. He can always take, but never seem to save, a life.
He hasn't managed to apologize to Virgo yet, either.
The choking snaps Sieghart out of his stupor. He hesitates for what feels like an eternity before he takes those burdensome strides toward Souji, near Flayn's body.]
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That doesn't make the sight any less horrifying. Sieghart's treacherous heart twists as he gazes into Flayn's lifeless eyes from a distance. Suddenly he's thrust back into the flaming ruins of his last home, surrounded by the bodies of his Highlander brethren, when the fire goes up into smoke and the vision of Kyle fallen over in agony fills his gaze. Then he's back in the mansion before he can even blink, his breath caught, and there's Flayn again.
None of this is real; he knows that much. But the guilt that stirs inside him is very real and familiar, and his expression crumbles in on itself as a weight settles in his chest. It's the weight of his fear that's kept him up every night since the moment he snapped that delicate neck, choking him from the inside: that he'll fail to see life in those gentle green eyes again, that she and her hostage will languish in senseless cruelty forevermore for it, that he won't be able to tell her how sorry he is for the fright and anguish he must've caused—another failure, piled on top of every other mistake he's ever made, forcing others to face the consequences of his monstrous actions.
It's as he said to Dimitri, whose face he's deeply ashamed to see soon. He can always take, but never seem to save, a life.
He hasn't managed to apologize to Virgo yet, either.
The choking snaps Sieghart out of his stupor. He hesitates for what feels like an eternity before he takes those burdensome strides toward Souji, near Flayn's body.]