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Elyan watches embers burn and wishes he had the passion to burn the way they did. He feels like a traitor to his father and sister. He blames his father’s death on himself.
A hand claps him on the shoulder.
Elyan sighs and looks at Gwaine with melancholy eyes. He feels a little lost, adrift and Gwaine’s presence reels him back in.
“Look, man, you can’t weep in your beer over the past. What’s done is done. It’s time to start living again.”
Gwaine tosses wood on the fire and they watch as flames lick the side of the log.