He had failed her again. He should have stayed behind to protect her, to shield her from the falling rubble. He should have been the one to be struck down by the rage of a demigod. He should have--
Should have done a lot of things differently. But this wasn't about him, in the end. He couldn't change the past, but she deserved better from him than his fear or his retreat to the farm this time. She deserved her friends by her side, and his support, not his wallowing.
He came on quiet feet, a large basket on his arm, and his clothes cleaned and repaired with neat stitches since the day the light had gone out for too many innocent Grounders. He spoke softly to the nurse for directions, then took a deep breath and approached the alcove where he was told the Shield was at. He cleared his throat, a quiet noise to alert her that someone had arrived, before poking his head through the curtain. "Amalia?" he called, blue eyes searching out the form of one who had come to mean so much to him in the past year. "May I come in?"
Should have done a lot of things differently. But this wasn't about him, in the end. He couldn't change the past, but she deserved better from him than his fear or his retreat to the farm this time. She deserved her friends by her side, and his support, not his wallowing.
He came on quiet feet, a large basket on his arm, and his clothes cleaned and repaired with neat stitches since the day the light had gone out for too many innocent Grounders. He spoke softly to the nurse for directions, then took a deep breath and approached the alcove where he was told the Shield was at. He cleared his throat, a quiet noise to alert her that someone had arrived, before poking his head through the curtain. "Amalia?" he called, blue eyes searching out the form of one who had come to mean so much to him in the past year. "May I come in?"
