Staring into that abyss in shock, he heard a soft whisper at his ear.
"Don't worry… my shadows won't hurt me. They… are my companion… and my ally in my loneliness."
Sansa's lips formed a faint smile, fragile and tired.
Hearing her voice, Oliver Khan could no longer contain himself.
"I'm sorry, Sansa… I'm sorry… sorry for everything."
The Great Guardian's words trembled, breaking as he repeated his apology over and over, holding her tighter.
Sansa, with what little consciousness she had left, hadn't expected to hear that. Slowly turning her head, she touched his face…
Specifically, his eyes.
One glance was all it took for tears to form at the corners of her own.
Because what she saw there, between the gaps of that mask, were not the eyes she despised ..
But the eyes of the man who had been by her side for most of her life.
The same man who had once tried to sacrifice himself for her.
