Azzanadra’s eyes turned down at this. He loathed the fact that, even after all this time, he instilled fear in the one who was once his closest companion. He loathed himself for this, but it was a self-hatred justly deserved. Still... there was a spark of hope there, that perhaps in time he could be the protector he used to be. He never wanted to hurt Wahisietel again, and would split the ground in two to protect him from harm.
“I know that I cannot ever change the way you now see me, after all the damage I have caused. But I will do everything I can to make you feel safe again, even if that means I never get to see you again.”