The Sentinels i would die for her, i would kill for her; either way, what bliss

his heart softened -- he could not help it, and he settled before deirdre. "i am sorry. your heart means well," he murmured wearily. and he had raised his voice to her! at her! his innocent child! lasher felt self-loathing raze him from within -- he attempted to catch the wide, teary eyes of his little one, wishing to take her into his embrace but there was a guard 'round her now.

"i know that you do. she will be found, but i cannot lose you also, deirdre, and that is why i was so upset. and you must not dabble in magicks you cannot possibly handle. that will come at a later time, such strength, but this -- this is a wicked art. to bring back to the dead is unnatural."

his voice was pleading; forgive me spoke his murkwater gaze.