Lysander's voice was hoarse, low, "No need."
Thalassa didn't want him at Evelyn's funeral. His presence would only push her further away.
Besides, it was the townsfolk attending Evelyn's funeral now. In such moments of raw emotion, people cried openly and shared their grief without pretense.
If he showed up, the air would stiffen, and the natural flow of mourning would be disrupted by his presence.
His arrival would turn a heartfelt goodbye into a stifled affair, where the focus might shift to reverence and status-seeking towards him.
Lysander's decline of David's suggestion hung in the air as they watched the funeral from a distance silently.
His eyes lingered on Thalassa, who stood by the graveside. Her face, framed by the traditional white mourning attire of the West, appeared even more fragile and paler.
She was still in her recovery from miscarriage, yet she bore this immense sorrow.
Lysander's heart ached with a hidden pain. He wished he could to go to her, to wrap her in his arms and give her strength, and to be her steadfast support.
But he couldn't. His presence would only cause her more pain, more rejection and more turmoil.
So, he chose to watch from afar.
Now, he understood how Thalassa must have felt when she wasn't allowed to attend Leopold's funeral—watching from a distance when the man she loved was buried, denied even the right to bid him one last farewell.
Back then, she must have been in agony and despair.
Just like he was now.
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