“I just thought of something.” Ajay sounded pissed.
“Who the fuck told those Golden Path soldiers I'd killed Amita?” Sabal flinched, and Kalinag smiled.
“He did,” he said with humour, and Ajay outright scowled at him.
“I...mentioned it in passing to one of my men...who went and flapped off at the mouth, apparently. Sorry.”
“Fucking asshole. I would have preferred to keep that PRIVATE.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“I- I can't- How am I- I just-” Ajay groaned aloud. “YOU TELL HIM!” he snapped at Kalinag.
“He feels he can no longer grieve Amita’s death, as he cannot show remorse to the Golden Path.”
“THAT.” Sabal nodded.
“I am sorry. You are more than welcome to grieve in my presence.”
“You’re. The one. Who told me. To kill her. How in the hell do you expect to understand what I’m feeling? What are you supposed to say? “I wish I had never ordered you to kill Amita”? That’s a stupid suggestion, and you know it.” Sabal bowed his head in acknowledgement.
“I wish I had not shamed Kyra as much as I did in the last few days of Pagan’s regime.”
“...Fine. What the hell am I supposed to do about the way I feel about Amita?” Sabal sighed.
“...You could talk to Bhadra.” Now it was Ajay’s turn to sigh.
“She probably hates me…”
“You don’t know that until you talk to her. You'll find she can be very forgiving, it’s one of many qualities that makes her the perfect Tarun Matara.”
“...I think I’ll leave the blade here. I don’t want her to see me with it.”
“Sabal and I will be alright on our own,” Kalinag assured him with a smile, “Now go. She will be pleased to see you, I am sure.” Ajay nodded, setting the blade down on the table.
“Ajay. Keep in mind that I am bound primarily to the blade. I will not be able to accompany you to see the girl.”
“That’s okay. I'd...well, I don’t think she'd be happy to see me with you anyways, and it’s not like you’d have much to do, so…it’s okay.” Kalinag nodded.
“Then I wish you well, Ajay. Have a safe trip.”
“I second that,” Sabal added, and Ajay nodded before turning to leave.