Andreios sighed deeply, lightly pushing her away from him so he could get a better look. Her eyes were welled with tears of misplaced guilt. He wasn't sure how to comfort her, or calm her down. He pushed her hands down and wiped her tears from her face then taking her by her chin to force her to look up. "You can't still be fretting over that. You can't change the fact that you're a mage. However, you showed me that magic isn't... evil by nature. Hurting me was inevitable. I'm self-destructive. And I've hurt you, unjustly. I didn't expect you to listen to me. What has happened to me is my own doing. However you are correct, you can't atone for those sins. Even if I murdered your entire family along with every mage it wouldn't atone for anything. Nothing would be fix and I would be just the same as I ever was, worse even. The evil done to me is old and I make it linger. That evil isn't on you, you can't hope to atone for it because its not your place, it is mine and mine alone." He paused and looked over the girl carefully. She told him all her secrets and he held on to his. But she didn't need to know. I would likely make her feel worse somehow. "Still, I'm going back. I can't change what I am, but I can certainly stop the man responsible from hurting anyone else. I suggest you take your mother back to the capital." He could only suggest, she would do as she pleased and he wouldn't try to stop her. Not this time.