[the hand on his shoulder draws the slightest dusting of pink to Dohalim's cheeks; the touch is so warm. no one else in his court would dare touch him like this, or address him without the preface of lord, so to be in Gepard's company is comforting. but at the mention of his own kindness, Dohalim pulls his gaze away, looking at anything else but the other man and the city below them]
My kindness... I am not nearly as virtuous as you believe. You should know this.
[he is, of course, speaking of the competition for the lordship. no one really knows what happened, and how it ended the way that it did, but the fact still remains. he was the one who killed Tarnigen. he'd hoped to incapacitate him, but... even he misjudged his own strength, and his fight response.
perhaps it's pointless to try to seek consolation from a soldier who's had to cut down those who've threatened the peace of the land, but it's an undeniable truth: Dohalim has blood on his hands, and there's no way he can wash it off. which is why he doesn't say anything on the matter itself, though he's sure that Gepard would pick up on it regardless]
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My kindness... I am not nearly as virtuous as you believe. You should know this.
[he is, of course, speaking of the competition for the lordship. no one really knows what happened, and how it ended the way that it did, but the fact still remains. he was the one who killed Tarnigen. he'd hoped to incapacitate him, but... even he misjudged his own strength, and his fight response.
perhaps it's pointless to try to seek consolation from a soldier who's had to cut down those who've threatened the peace of the land, but it's an undeniable truth: Dohalim has blood on his hands, and there's no way he can wash it off. which is why he doesn't say anything on the matter itself, though he's sure that Gepard would pick up on it regardless]