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Had he not done what he was asked, was the truth and honesty not better then a foundation of lies. 
Dorian heard the sorrow in her voice but knew not how to comfort it, for in all his memories of his wife he still loved her. She had done no wrong by him besides following the misdirecting path set out for her by fate. Thinking about her made him realise how long it had been since he had seen her.
Years now.

Dorian decided to push the conversation no further, the awkwardness left a sympathetic sickly feeling in his gut. He would give her alone time. 

[b]"I'm sorry"[/b] was all he said as he stood and made his way to his room. Even though the words were deep and powerful they didn't seem enough. She could be his last chance at happiness and all he had brought her was misery.
Once half undressed and near his bed he examined her butchered name in his tortured flesh amongst the others. Maybe this is why it was so difficult, maybe it would never work for them. Maybe he truly was supposed to 'clean' her soul from the system. These thoughts would trouble him all night and it would be restless as time after time he recalls his inability to kill her and ponders over all the mistakes he had made.

"Why?" He whispers into the cold dark night. "Why...?"