Upon overhearing this, the inscrutable faces of Minerva and Nylreg frowned for different reasons. The female Grandmaster was simply annoyed that her old enemy could still find the time to worry about others in his current predicament, while the reasons for his son's attitude were far more convoluted.
"If you hadn't interfered, none of this would have happened. If you were more supportive and forgiving, things would have turned out very differently." Nylreg blamed him with an incomparably tortured tone, mixing hatred, regret and despair all at once.
With keen senses, one could even detect a tinge of distress, almost reminiscent of the immature insecurities of a small boy. Sigmar flashed signs of hesitation and doubt as he sensed this familiar helplessness in his son, but this almost imperceptible flaw was soon erased by an unparalleled fierceness.
