Swiftcurrent Creek too late; i'm coming undone

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Arric, of course, was swift to deliver words he hoped to bandage the mental wounds that had been inflicted upon his comrade.

Instead, they only seared—as much as any untruth could, and he found his jaw set tightly, his eyes set beyond the man and to the distance. He hadn’t the energy to argue—instead falling to silence… Waiting for Eshe to bring a reprieve. Wondering, in a moment of weakness, if perhaps he should have drowned in that river so long ago.

Ibis might still be alive if his resurrection hadn’t stirred her discomfort and disdain. Moss, too—for she likely wouldn’t have given the creek a second look, had she not recognized him. Nicodem, Jakub and Mae would never have known abandonment from their mother and the absence of a father who had tried to be at too many places at one time.

Silvertongue’s secret would have been kept safe from him—her pride unblemished.

He blinked slowly then, the reverie of this moment coming to a disgusting truth…

The world would have been a better place for his loved ones had he simply drowned all those moons ago.