CYNRIC almost faltered when he saw Wulfric waiting by the lake. His step hitched for a fraction of a second. But he caught himself. He forced his shoulders back, clenched his jaw, and met his brother's gaze with a hard, determined look. He would listen to whatever Wulfric had to say. But if it turned out to be nothing more than his brother's usual nonsense, he would simply log out without another word.
He walked toward the lake and stopped a few steps away from Wulfric. "Well, if you have something to say, then say it. I do not have all day."
Wulfric remained silent for a long moment, just standing there as if he were gathering his thoughts. Cynric felt his patience thinning. He was just about to demand an answer or simply log out when Wulfric finally moved. He bowed his head, a gesture so uncharacteristic and humble that it caught Cynric completely off guard. Then, his brother spoke.
"I'm sorry."
