[I'll be better, Maketh wants to say. I won't do it again, I'll find another way. But those words ring too close to empty and she's not certain - not really - that she won't falter again. She hates knowing that about herself, that she hesitates when it matters most. Either she cannot commit to an act or she swears to the wrong one entirely. She wants to do right by the Guard and Henry - stars, she wants so badly not to disappoint him - but--
Well. What she intends is not always what she does. And that is entirely on her.
She's sorry. She even told him so, for all the good it does. Apologies are confusing things for Maketh - why would words change things when the deed has already been done - but she tried, nonetheless.
Perhaps it helped.
She closes her eyes.]
Edward would be proud of you.
[For all that he is and for all that, when it really matters, he refuses to bend.]
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Well. What she intends is not always what she does. And that is entirely on her.
She's sorry. She even told him so, for all the good it does. Apologies are confusing things for Maketh - why would words change things when the deed has already been done - but she tried, nonetheless.
Perhaps it helped.
She closes her eyes.]
Edward would be proud of you.
[For all that he is and for all that, when it really matters, he refuses to bend.]
I hope you know that.