Blacktail Deer Plateau From Under the Floorboards

I— yes... I did, Svalinn whimpered, his voice asudden torn with renewed sorrow.

He shuddered at her feet, closing his eyes to the face she gave him; to the expression that condemned him. Raleska was shocked— horrified, more accurately— and her brother had not been prepared for the devastation he felt at seeing her vision of him turn plainly sour. He had imagined this moment many times, but it wasn't until now that he understood why the dread of it had kept him at bay all this time.

Why it had taken world-ending catastrophes to drive him home...  

He had not dreaded it enough. Whatever nightmares he could conjure on his own simply did not compare to the reality. She was hurting; wounded in a manner far graver than flesh-wounds, and he had done that.

Svalinn braved to look at her again as she sought confirmation. Tried to understand what he had said. I'm sorry, was all he could muster. All he could provide.

A pitiful signature on what would surely be his death note.