Gareth nods, face solemn. Kostos is right, like usual. Even if it was justified, even if it was self-defense, no one would care. All they would care about is maleficarum. The word they use for mages that they can't tame.
With his wrists back, Gareth finishes dabbing on the salve, and then begins the familiar act of bandaging up the arm in question. At least no one will be able to tell what kind of injury resulted in the bandages. He could make up anything--if he has to. Hopefully he won't.
He's quiet for a long moment, before he looks up at Kostos, and feels very much more like that angry, terrified teenager that escaped the Gallows than an adult man. "I'm sorry for putting you through this, Kostos. I wish--" He looks down, face twisting as he tries to sort through the various complicated emotions. "--I wish I were...better. Than all this. I keep trying, and then..." He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"...And then I find myself right back here. I'll--I'll do better, though. I will." At the very least, he owes it to all of the people who are risking their lives protecting his secret to try.
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With his wrists back, Gareth finishes dabbing on the salve, and then begins the familiar act of bandaging up the arm in question. At least no one will be able to tell what kind of injury resulted in the bandages. He could make up anything--if he has to. Hopefully he won't.
He's quiet for a long moment, before he looks up at Kostos, and feels very much more like that angry, terrified teenager that escaped the Gallows than an adult man. "I'm sorry for putting you through this, Kostos. I wish--" He looks down, face twisting as he tries to sort through the various complicated emotions. "--I wish I were...better. Than all this. I keep trying, and then..." He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"...And then I find myself right back here. I'll--I'll do better, though. I will." At the very least, he owes it to all of the people who are risking their lives protecting his secret to try.