"I'm not dismissing anything love." Bernard frowned slightly, his hand sliding down to stroke her back. Everything was so complicated, threads and lines all woven together that he always seemed to lose track of.
"And I was the closest to him. If anyone is to blame, it's me." Glancing out the window, Bernard's heart felt heavy, his chest dark and empty, "I want to believe that. I do. But he admitted it love. He was using magic. He betrayed us."