[ his face twists, contorting into different expressions (all varying shades of despair, anger, and despair and anger mixed together) as he tries to think—but that's not.
that's not, it's not possible, he can't think that way because he—rider wouldn't die, he can't die he's too important and—
no, that has nothing to do with it, does it? kings die all the time, loved ones die all the time, she died and so did her daughter and that was his fault.
he imagines rider now, rider with that expression, that look of betrayal that the old woman had, and then he looks down. turns away. brings a hand to his face, and breathes. ]
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[ his face twists, contorting into different expressions (all varying shades of despair, anger, and despair and anger mixed together) as he tries to think—but that's not.
that's not, it's not possible, he can't think that way because he—rider wouldn't die, he can't die he's too important and—
no, that has nothing to do with it, does it? kings die all the time, loved ones die all the time, she died and so did her daughter and that was his fault.
he imagines rider now, rider with that expression, that look of betrayal that the old woman had, and then he looks down. turns away. brings a hand to his face, and breathes. ]