Aeotha tensed visibly when Gershul struck Shantar, and it was only her own resolve not to jump out there and expose the both of them that kept her rooted to her spot. Watching, listening. Shantar had obviously hit a nerve, and it was one that Aeotha understood all too well. Didn't they all? Skandra having lost a wife. Aeotha having lost a family and a friend.. a.. There was a lot there. For both of them. But she thought she could never be this twisted. If she had a chance to get Eibhear back, to change time, would she take it and risk everything? Everyone she knew? Those that she loved after the man she'd loved so much? Eibhear would not want to lose a wife, or a son. Both were still very much alive.
The knight would not want Aeotha to do something to risk that. Even if.. Aeotha closed her eyes for a moment. There was too much there to think of now. Gershul had lost a wife, and a son. But he had a son standing right here, right in arms reach of Aeotha, and he didn't care one wink. And others? Many of them? He treated his own father with little to no respect, save.. not wanting to kill him. Aeotha could never have struck her own father. Never. Not even when the man had yelled his face red when Aeotha had been determined to take the blame for her brother's death.
The worst thing.. about all of that. Was that Aeotha had never had the chance to apologize for her own heated words with her father. That she never would get a chance at forgiveness. Instead she'd always have a memory of embraces that should have been shared then and were not. She'd remember the gleam of a blade held high above a Knight as he readied a charge. The proud look in the eyes of a man she would always hate.
She wanted to tell Gershul that no one, not even someone you loved, was worth destroying the world. Surely his wife would not have wanted that.
But there was no talking to madmen rationally. Aeotha twisted her head back in Skandra's direction.