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Their rooms are as neat as ever but there are signs of Ragnar's presence - horn cups on the mantle, a tunic draped over the back of a chair.

Sinric guides Athelstan to sit on the edge of the bed. "Can I get you some mead? Or something to eat?"

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"I know." Sinric whispers, eyes still on his cup. "But if that day comes, my heart dies on that blade."

He stands and sets the cup down, his hands shaking. "I have to go. I'm sorry."

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"No, I'm sorry", Athelstan whispers. "It was selfish of me to say anything."

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Sinric automatically opens his mouth to comfort Athelstan, to assure him he isn't being selfish but the words won't come.

"Please, don't leave before I-" he cuts himself off. "I'm sorry, I can't-" He darts towards the door, pulling it closed behind himself.

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Athelstan slumps on the bed, torn by a thousand feelings with guilt and self-loathing at the top, and can't hold in the despairing tears any longer.

(But he'll still be there when Sinric comes back.)