Sieghart would've preferred to ignore it. The memory leaves him winded, and he directs his wet gaze elsewhere to will the tears away. He inhales quietly, pushing down the lump in his throat, before turning back to Crow.]
. . . Yeah. All that's left is to catch the bastard.
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Sieghart would've preferred to ignore it. The memory leaves him winded, and he directs his wet gaze elsewhere to will the tears away. He inhales quietly, pushing down the lump in his throat, before turning back to Crow.]
. . . Yeah. All that's left is to catch the bastard.