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Judas had not cried so hard before. Not over his mother's death, his regret, his betrayal. What broke him was the disbelief in forgiveness. The thought he would never start again. It was good news. He was starting to see that. His tears were of sadness, but the were also of joy. Soon after both of them were comforting. He felt the instinct to shy away, but instead accepted their comfort.

"Th-Thank you..." He tried to put on a smile, but made no move to stand. He was fine, and his legs were tired from a longish journey. Judas felt obligated to ask Pyx on the spot if this changed things. But he decided to save that for later. He was still in some disbelief that they would forgive him. The only move he made was a gesture of kindness Mitanni had taught him. A nuzzle to Malice in thanks. And one quick one to Pyx for giving him comfort and being there for him.

He glanced up at Malice. And changed his mind, right then and there. "I promise to visit. As a friend, next time." He wanted to ask if Pyx would come, but maybe next time he would be better off alone. Hopefully by then, the voices that called him weak and vulnerable at that moment of time, would be gone.