[ For an instant, Petyr seems nothing short of stunned, but that expression makes a quick retreat, beaten back as his grip upon her hands tightens. ]
If you would forgive me for the same fault, [ he murmurs, as he urges her back to her feet with a gentle tug. ] For I have never been what I meant for you to be.
[ Once upon a time, he would have paid the world for this, and gloated, too, but as he stares at his once-daughter, now, he feels nothing but a deep sort of regret (and, tucked away, the pain that comes of love). Once upon a time, he would have protected her, protected her by giving her his armor, but in doing so, he sees what he has done — he has done her the same hurt that he intended to keep her from to begin with.
But there is no use in once upon a time, so he does what he can. ]
Forgive me, [ he says, and the waver in his voice tells her that he is apologizing not just for this flaw but for a myriad of other crimes. ] Please.
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If you would forgive me for the same fault, [ he murmurs, as he urges her back to her feet with a gentle tug. ] For I have never been what I meant for you to be.
[ Once upon a time, he would have paid the world for this, and gloated, too, but as he stares at his once-daughter, now, he feels nothing but a deep sort of regret (and, tucked away, the pain that comes of love). Once upon a time, he would have protected her, protected her by giving her his armor, but in doing so, he sees what he has done — he has done her the same hurt that he intended to keep her from to begin with.
But there is no use in once upon a time, so he does what he can. ]
Forgive me, [ he says, and the waver in his voice tells her that he is apologizing not just for this flaw but for a myriad of other crimes. ] Please.