The anguish in Ver's voice is that of a soul stripped raw; he looks as if he'd start crying again when Dain's rebuke cuts him short. He catches his lower lip between his teeth against a sob, hearing only the tone of the Shepherd's voice at first and knowing, knowing he's done the wrong thing and only made it worse for himself...
Bewilderment replaces despair on his face as Dain's actual words begin to penetrate, his expression wonderful in its utter confusion. "Shepherd," he stammers, voice plaintive now, "I don't understand--I'm Profane, that's not a flaw, it's...it's, it's--this is the only way the gods can forgive me for it."
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The anguish in Ver's voice is that of a soul stripped raw; he looks as if he'd start crying again when Dain's rebuke cuts him short. He catches his lower lip between his teeth against a sob, hearing only the tone of the Shepherd's voice at first and knowing, knowing he's done the wrong thing and only made it worse for himself...
Bewilderment replaces despair on his face as Dain's actual words begin to penetrate, his expression wonderful in its utter confusion. "Shepherd," he stammers, voice plaintive now, "I don't understand--I'm Profane, that's not a flaw, it's...it's, it's--this is the only way the gods can forgive me for it."
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