Exile or death, it makes no difference to him now. He will spend the rest of his life on the island, praying for the souls lost because of him.
And at that moment, the prison guard's torch illuminated Edward's face, the dim light outlining his profile.
Under that barely bright light, Jelock suddenly noticed that his brother's slightly curly golden hair was reflecting a pale silver glow.
He was stunned.
When did that happen?
A sudden pang crawled into his heart.
He suddenly realized that he was full of the Duchy's "Orthodoxy" and "Glory," yet he never truly cared about his brother.
He loved every abstract person, yet never loved a specific person.
A hint of pain finally appeared on his calm face, Jelock knelt at the iron gate, resting his forehead against the lock, confessing to the Divine in his heart.
Perhaps his brother was right.
His introspection was indeed too shallow...
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