Redsand Canyon I could let you have it

Something they could both agree on: no one should have to suffer the death of a parent so young. It had broken something within him, and he didn't think it could ever be repaired. He wondered if she felt the same way. He didn't sense the same anger in her that lived inside him. It could be that she hid it better than he did, but he had a hard time believing that. Maybe she was just stronger than he was. 

Again, she was kinder than he deserved. She tried to make him feel better about his mistake, taking some of the blame off of him and attributing his mess up to the fact that he had not had anyone to tell him of these things. She was correct, and he had said something similar to the imperator; none of that soothed the knot of shame that only seemed to grow and tighten in his chest. It is kind of you to say that, the auxillary told her, his expression pained. I do not deserve it. He had been rude to her more than once, and he had messed up in a way that could put a strain on Mereo. He should have known better. Like Germanicus had said: or it could be taken as the high expectation i have of your understanding, to the point where i feel you should know these things—the words would not leave his head. They intruded into his thoughts to remind him of how foolish he had been.