[ koltira hadn't expected this. he isn't prepared for this, he doesn't want this -- how could he have ever expected to see his prince again in this place, to speak with him, and be reminded so vividly of quel'thalas, the bright blur of scarlet and gold in the prince's robes a lurid reminder of silvermoon, in all of her beauty and glory.
it's almost as if he can feel his chest tighten at the thought of it.
no shame, he says, and yet koltira will not believe it, cannot believe it. he will always, always be ashamed. with an expression like stone, koltira forces away the waves of guilt and crushing anguish; weakness is not a thing he can display, not especially before the sun prince. ]
.. Mm. Nonetheless, it is what it is, and I am what I am. There is no going back.
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it's almost as if he can feel his chest tighten at the thought of it.
no shame, he says, and yet koltira will not believe it, cannot believe it. he will always, always be ashamed. with an expression like stone, koltira forces away the waves of guilt and crushing anguish; weakness is not a thing he can display, not especially before the sun prince. ]
.. Mm. Nonetheless, it is what it is, and I am what I am. There is no going back.