[He's not sure if Abel actually has any way of knowing it, whether it was something that slipped out in their time in the cavern - but his words strike with particular violence. It almost feels offensive, to be called out so specifically, but he feels himself recoil at the sentiment.
He can't bear to think of those days, those people. Not right now. So, instead, Abel will feel the stir of Estinien's emotions, as if only witnessing their tumultuous currents from above. Then, it's gone.
Somewhere in Greentruth, Estinien has set his shard back into his chest, deciding to disengage from this entirely.]
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He can't bear to think of those days, those people. Not right now. So, instead, Abel will feel the stir of Estinien's emotions, as if only witnessing their tumultuous currents from above. Then, it's gone.
Somewhere in Greentruth, Estinien has set his shard back into his chest, deciding to disengage from this entirely.]