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In his 20 years, William Reinfleche had experienced sorrow, he had experienced true grief, he had experienced regret. Yet in the face of adversity he had always persevered, always pushed through. But this was something new, something he had never before experienced. He had done wrong, truly and simply. That was all there was to it. In the back of his mind he must have known, but how could he have? It happened in a flash, everything moving in a blur until suddenly it was all already over.

Before he truly knew what had happened, he had committed a grave crime, an offense he could not forgive. He had failed Kysandre before, and now he had failed Catria. He had failed as a captain, as a man, as a decent person. Gazing out at the sea from the crow's nest of the mighty Nephelia's Grace, Will thought briefly on what depended on him. The ship, of course. But Rowena could handle it. Likely better than he could. Catria, but she was better off without him. That was it. Hardly worth staying for, he reasoned. With an accepting sigh and a single step forward, he resigned himself to this fate. Perhaps he could finally see Kysandre again. A noble goal if ever there was one.

As gravity began to take its grip, he felt a hand grip his collar tightly, holding him back for at least a short moment. Vern? No, he was at mess. Amelia? She was asleep, he had checked. Rowena never came to the crow's nest, and who knew where Vidic was right now. Nobody who would have saved him was here. As he was being yanked back with a surprising amount of force, he turned back to see who had stopped him. A handsome enough man, with green hair and eyes to match. His features were sharp, stern, very traditionally masculine, with slight scarring that suggested experience in battle. A bit of stubble was visible on his chin, seeming more the consequence of forgetfulness than out of any desire to cultivate a beard. The face there was one he didn't recognize initially, but suddenly the answer hit him like a sack of bricks. Will tried to speak, but the man spoke first, his voice all too familiar.

"Name's Will. Will Reinfleche. I'd heard you were having a bad time."

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In his 20 years, William Reinfleche had experienced sorrow, he had experienced true grief, he had experienced regret. Yet in the face of adversity he had always persevered, always pushed through. But this was something new, something he had never before experienced. He had done wrong, truly and simply. That was all there was to it. In the back of his mind he must have known, but how could he have? It happened in a flash, everything moving in a blur until suddenly it was all already over.

Before he truly knew what had happened, he had committed a grave crime, an offense he could not forgive. He had failed Kysandre before, and now he had failed Catria. He had failed as a captain, as a man, as a decent person. Gazing out at the sea from the crow's nest of the mighty Nephelia's Grace, Will thought briefly on what depended on him. The ship, of course. But Rowena could handle it. Likely better than he could. Catria, but she was better off without him. That was it. Hardly worth staying for, he reasoned. With an accepting sigh and a single step forward, he resigned himself to this fate. Perhaps he could finally see Kysandre again. A noble goal if ever there was one.

As gravity began to take its grip, he felt a hand grip his collar tightly, holding him back for at least a short moment. Vern? No, he was at mess. Amelia? She was asleep, he had checked. Rowena never came to the crow's nest, and who knew where Vidic was right now. Nobody who would have saved him was here. As he was being yanked back with a surprising amount of force, he turned back to see who had stopped him. A handsome enough man, with green hair and eyes to match. His features were sharp, stern, very traditionally masculine, with slight scarring that suggested experience in battle. A bit of stubble was visible on his chin, seeming more the consequence of forgetfulness than out of any desire to cultivate a beard. The face there was one he didn't recognize initially, but suddenly the answer hit him like a sack of bricks. Will tried to speak, but the man spoke first, his voice all too familiar.

"Name's Will. Will Reinfleche. I'd heard you were having a bad time."