"What's troubling you now, husband?" Bella asked softly, resting in his arms as she sensed the chaos within his aura.
Aengus replied emotionally, "I couldn't change nothing, Bella. I was still killed. But this time, the settings were a little different, but the result was the same. I couldn't do anything against them. Or maybe… it's only because of their grace that I'm still alive. Am I really just an insignificant, naive fool?"
Bella, still in his embrace, looked up at him. She could see the pain and self-loathing in his eyes—eyes that refused to meet her gaze. She felt the weight of his turmoil, the mix of relief and anguish that burdened his soul.
