One corner of his mouth does quirk momentarily, and he inclines his head in acknowledgment of her point, silent though it may be.
That silence lingers for some small time as he studies her, this Guinevere who is yet the woman in the museum in Canada, in a world so far away from the here and now.
At last he speaks, solemn as he ever spoke to the Paraiko Ruana, whose people he killed with such spare and ruthless brutality.
"I do regret, Jennifer, what hurt you suffered through my actions. Though I find I cannot regret your son and what his birth brought about, not least because there now remains no creature that may set his hand over every living being on Fionavar."
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Date: 2007-06-20 06:00 am (UTC)That silence lingers for some small time as he studies her, this Guinevere who is yet the woman in the museum in Canada, in a world so far away from the here and now.
At last he speaks, solemn as he ever spoke to the Paraiko Ruana, whose people he killed with such spare and ruthless brutality.
"I do regret, Jennifer, what hurt you suffered through my actions. Though I find I cannot regret your son and what his birth brought about, not least because there now remains no creature that may set his hand over every living being on Fionavar."