The moment I heard that from Ysor herself, a cold pain tore through my chest.
There were not many times I had seen Ysor so broken by anything. She was the one who held things together, who spoke too loudly and believed too fiercely, who dragged me forward when I wanted to stop. Seeing her crumble like this felt wrong in a way I couldn't articulate.
I pulled her towards me with one arm, my other hand still holding the bowl of food. She leaned into me and continued to sob, quietly, her shoulders shaking against my side. For that moment, I just sat there. There was nothing I could do besides hold her.
Ysor had a tendency to believe that everything that happened to me, everything she was involved in, was her fault. But this wasn't her fault at all.
It wasn't her fault that I killed Desmond. It wasn't her fault that Galahad had turned out to be a rotten Enforcer who wanted to sell me for his own personal profit. Those were elements she couldn't control.
