His eyes narrow very slightly, and his head tilts to the side. His voice is quiet and low.
"The fact that we disagree on the right path for this world - that does not make me hate you. A hundred years of war, a thousand atrocities, would not make me wish you harm. That will never change." He jerks his chin up, then, and says, "Death before dishonor, as you said. It would be the rankest dishonor to make you suffer deliberately when you have been better to me than - " A strange painful bloom of sincerity makes this last word difficult. "Anyone. In my life."
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His eyes narrow very slightly, and his head tilts to the side. His voice is quiet and low.
"The fact that we disagree on the right path for this world - that does not make me hate you. A hundred years of war, a thousand atrocities, would not make me wish you harm. That will never change." He jerks his chin up, then, and says, "Death before dishonor, as you said. It would be the rankest dishonor to make you suffer deliberately when you have been better to me than - " A strange painful bloom of sincerity makes this last word difficult. "Anyone. In my life."