[ All of what the other man says is true. His garb is unmarred from mud, and still pristine, and there is no that he's at fault (not that anyone truly is). But the curse remains coiled, tightening around his mind and blinding him to reason. Anger, wrath, manifests as ice over his stony mien.
This is the man who he had encountered at the wedding, the one in which the memory-bubble revealed two children running towards him in greeting. Perhaps he is a father, beloved, who also had the time to spare for his children.
This only adds more fuel for his avarice. ] You dare defend yourself?
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This is the man who he had encountered at the wedding, the one in which the memory-bubble revealed two children running towards him in greeting. Perhaps he is a father, beloved, who also had the time to spare for his children.
This only adds more fuel for his avarice. ] You dare defend yourself?