Barristan stood in between the brothers, staring at the blade buried deep into his chest by Landon.
Slowly, he raised his head and met Landon’s eyes. They had been long separated, he had forgotten how they looked. They were cold and flinty. But beneath all that, he saw the softness and unexpressed emotions they carried.
“Landon,” he groaned. “It’s been long since I’ve seen you. How…How are you?”
A gush of blood from his mouth impaired his speech. They rushed out heavily like water released from a tap. With each passing second, he felt his breath slowly eluding him.
“Barristan,” Landon voiced.
Seeing the gravity of his action, he grew… remorseful for the second time in his life. Only Elyssa had made him feel that way once. He left the handle of the blade and backed away slowly.
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