He sidestepped, but was clipped by the edge of the blade and faltered enough that his counter-attack missed and only raked the man across his armored chest. Wood crunched into his abdomen, a piece breaking against the chain mail, but he slid backwards and lay still. Lil held out a hand in the brief respite and helped Kzahar to his feet. The warrior turned and ran. Cursing, Lil raced after him.
In the small, cramped corridor, Kzahar heard the pursuing footsteps and spun to face her. His eyes were red and tears leaked from the sides. *That son of a ---- is responsible for my fiancée’s death! I have to kill him, Lil, I have to watch him die!” The words tore from his throat in a desperate, pleading cry. He did*’t need her approval, but he was begging her to understand, to let him go and fulfill this desperate wish.
“Watching Issavan die won’t bring Arya back,” she said softly. “And it won’t ease your guilt, either.”
“Don’t act like you know me,” he sneered furiously. “You don’t know what I’m feeling!”
“I know you blame yourself for what happened to her.”
He threw his hands in the air. “Okay, yeah, I blame myself for being a big enough idiot to talk her into joining the tournament. But I blame Issavan more. A lot more,” he added venomously. “And he will pay for his crimes, mark my words.”
“And then what? What will you do when all is said and done? Just go home and wallow in guilt and self-pity?”
“As opposed to what other option?” Why couldn’t she leave him alone? He needed to do this, needed to avenge Arya. Why couldn’t she see that? His anger and hate and frustration and everything he had been feeling was erupting at her. He knew she did*’t deserve it, but his self-control was gone in the furious tide.
“Starting over! Making a new life,” she said, with the slightest tinge of hope in her voice.
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