He wanted to believe that she would because she was kind and sweet and forgiving, but it was unjust and stupid to think Amma had no limit to her patience, and he was a bloody, fucking idiot, he had broken the vow he’d made to her, and somehow convinced her that he didn’t even have the capacity to care. But he did care, and he did feel, blood mage or not, all of those impractical, human emotions that had been pounding on his chest and he had finally let in. And it was awful.
