“I am a bad person, Rua. No amount of time or good deeds will change what I have done.” He hung his head, hair slipping from the knot at the nape of his neck to frame his face. She saw the shame burning hot across his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Were they both beyond forgiveness for all their wicked deeds? He turned to leave, but she placed a hand on his shoulder, making him pause. “We are as wicked as each other, remember?” She forced a smile, even though she felt all his sadness. It was the thing that linked them together more than anything else: the shame of their actions, the feeling that they
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