[When he crosses the threshold into the storage room it's almost as if a force physically stops him from walking further in at first, and while his hesitation is brief it's also painfully obvious.
He steps further in, quietly, as he walks over to a crate nearby and takes a seat. He leans forward with his elbows propped on to his knees, hands folded to his chin.
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He steps further in, quietly, as he walks over to a crate nearby and takes a seat. He leans forward with his elbows propped on to his knees, hands folded to his chin.
He sighs.]
I acted like a fool, Kyna. I am sorry.