This time, when Orestes turned towards his lover, it was to say goodbye. To try and tell him with a look that he was sorry for failing him. Sorry for what he had done, bringing him into this. But, when he saw the tears shimmering in Pylades eyes, his heart tore in a new way and he understood. Aegisthus was a broken old man now. He would always be crippled by the loss of his loved ones and consumed with hate. There would be no real life for him anymore. At that same moment, Orestes knew that if he let himself be killed, Pylades would spend the rest of his days hell-bent on revenge. If he even
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torn between loving this and hating this so much
