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mikle0There was nothing he could've done; nothing anyone could've done. Alisha's death had been something that Mikleo had both anticipated and dreaded: the attachment that not only Sorey but he, himself, had felt towards the naive, self-sacrificing princess had grown so strong over the past few weeks of knowing her and yet he couldn't help but feel something foreboding about her future. If only he had been more vocal, he should have done something to prevent this or at least to have warned Sorey about her impending doom. The feeling had been so minor, a tiny niggle in the back of his mind, that he had dismissed it every time it emerged and now all he felt was regret.
But no matter what he felt, Mikleo knew that Sorey felt it tenfold. His companion's attachment to Alisha had been strong, the two of them kindred souls in a way, and he knew that her passing would be affecting him very badly.
The party had stopped in the nearby inn of Pendrago to recover from the day's events but nobody seemed to be resting. Each sitting quietly in their own room, replaying the horrible series of events in their head. Some were drinking, eating or crying to forget their woes whilst others, like Mikleo, were simply lost in pensive thought, gazing out of a pitch black window into a pitch black sky.
But no matter what he felt, Mikleo knew that Sorey felt it tenfold. His companion's attachment to Alisha had been strong, the two of them kindred souls in a way, and he knew that her passing would be affecting him very badly.
The party had stopped in the nearby inn of Pendrago to recover from the day's events but nobody seemed to be resting. Each sitting quietly in their own room, replaying the horrible series of events in their head. Some were drinking, eating or crying to forget their woes whilst others, like Mikleo, were simply lost in pensive thought, gazing out of a pitch black window into a pitch black sky.
