A cool early evening breeze separated Emilio and Rosalia. They were still far from the Cenatio where dinner was waiting for him.
It was nice of her to ask him out and express her concern for him and his grandfather. But now she was asking for a frivolous thing. What in the Great Theos' name would be the reason for him to forgive such a man?
"I'm afraid. I cannot do that. There might be Gaeans who were affected negatively by rage. But there were also some who, when fueled by it, accomplished great things," he said in a determined manner of his belief regarding this matter.
He lifted his chin and squared his shoulder before putting his hands behind his back.
Rosalia chuckled uncomfortably as she tilted sideways. "Of course, my lord. I am only suggesting. Let us go? My lady might be looking for me." she pointed back to the path going to the Cenatio.
