[How could he know? He pales and scowls at the feed, silent for so long that it may seem like he isn't going to answer. In truth, the tale reminds him of the many things he has done - some far from black and white - as a Herald-Mage. He has taken lives too - sometimes viciously - in order to keep Valdemar safe.
Is it any different? His chest tightens and he suddenly feels all the scars that line his body. Wearing his Whites, many considered him a beauty - effeminate, perhaps - but powerful, strong and to those burdened with being attracted to him, enchanting. However, outside of his Whites, his body is lined with scars...burns...some so deep that it's a wonder he survived them.
And all of them are reminders that, in war, doing the right thing is sometimes a matter of opinion rather than fact.]
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Is it any different? His chest tightens and he suddenly feels all the scars that line his body. Wearing his Whites, many considered him a beauty - effeminate, perhaps - but powerful, strong and to those burdened with being attracted to him, enchanting. However, outside of his Whites, his body is lined with scars...burns...some so deep that it's a wonder he survived them.
And all of them are reminders that, in war, doing the right thing is sometimes a matter of opinion rather than fact.]
This is the source of your regrets, isn't it.