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eadwulf grieve (eadwulf) wrote in valloic,

Eadwulf was silent for a moment. If asked, he would never admit to feeling chastened. Some things he could only own in the privacy of his own thoughts. "Do I ever forgive you?" he asked after a long beat.

That was the roof of their enmity, of the barbed words and slow-burning resentment Eadwulf couldn't seem to rid himself of. They had been friends once, and more, long before they stood on opposite sides of a battlefield. It wasn't a lack of allegiance to the empire that had broken those bonds.

It wasn't Trent - and it was.

Eadwulf made himself look Bren in the eye, difficult though it was. "Do you ever forgive me?" This likely constituted spoilers and he didn't expect a straight answer. He needed to know all the same.