A new chapter

The new ancient nods firmly, "I did." Edmund firmly believes that it had been the best choice for him, and so far, it was proving true. Apart from a certain murdered Abandoned. Regardless, hearing Sunjata echo his sentiments is still reassuring. Safrin just isn't enough, not for what either of them need it seems. Edmund's concern grows as Sunjata began his story. He was aware that the man's history with the Goddess was long, but he'd never suspected it'd be so complex. He remains silent as the man vents, nibbling on his lip to stop himself from speaking until Sunjata is done. When the scar is shown the young Ancient lets out a soft whine, empathy making him wince slightly. It looks so painful, even now. He shakes his head, "Don't apologize! I'm the one who should be apologizing. I had no idea it was that was bad." An acknowledgment of Sunjata's pain, and an apology for ever hating the man beside him. "I... I can't believe she did that to you. Any of it. I'm so sorry." Threatening his husband and using Nate's life as a bargaining chip to give herself a demigod. Demanding total obedience, loyalty, and respect, yet refusing to return either of the last two sentiments. It was harrowing to realize that he had almost followed that path. It's with great self-control that Edmund refrains from pulling Sunjata into a hug, but he senses that there's more to the story. Instead, he simply leans over and rests his cheek on the demi-god's shoulder. "What happened after?" He asks softly, almost reluctant to hear what had happened during the war and in the past year. Edmund the prince of torchline