Jessamyn was broken to see the chains around Joar's legs. The joy she felt seeing him again drained away, replaced by overwhelming guilt and despair. She had never imagined she was the one hurting him even after his death. She didn't understand how her desire for his presence, her need for someone to listen to her sorrows, could cause him so much pain.
"I didn't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't know I was hurting you."
Joar's form flickered, his expression filled with a mix of sorrow and understanding. "I know, Jasmine. You didn't mean to. Your love for me is strong, but it has bound me here, preventing me from finding peace."
Jessamyn's tears flowed freely, her heart aching with the realization of what she had done. "All you did was love me, and all I offered you was hurt and unrest. How can I ever make this right?"
