Asran’s eyes widened he’d wanted to know why. He had always had his suspicions, but to hear he was right made it feel like there was bile in his mouth. He put a hand to his mouth, and looked away. Tears coming forth, and he couldn’t resist the urge he started sobbing. He’d loved Astoria trusted her above all others, and yet. She had zero faith in him? So it was true there truly was no one that had ever loved him in such a way. He screamed out his outrage and hurt as it boiled in his chest. Then held his head with his hands as even if Astoria had even cared a little about him. That she’d been killed before telling him why.