Acheron shook his head, “There is no reason to ask for forgiviness. You didn’t do anything wrong but wonder.” He lifted a shoulder, giving her a smile in return. “You will probably not meet anyone here like me, or at least pray that you do not.” He nodded his head, “If you ever want to hear it, I will give it willingly, Arwen.”
He canted his head gently, listening to her words. He nodded his head, “I am sorry for the loss you’ve had.” He sighed, looking out at the setting sun and narrowed his eyes a little. “I think that the gods who did this were cruel in pulling certain people here to play with, but I would not trade the new friends I have made for anything in this world.” He turned back to her with a smile and shrugged his shoulders. “That is just my feeling.”