β still helen. this does not suffice. it was not you who i was mad at. you were a stranger to me. betrayal hurts when it comes from the ones close to you. i was angry at paris and yet you were at the receiving end. . . β a soft sigh leaves her lips as she looks away. γ
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Helen was quiet for a moment, merely listening to the rustle of leaves all around them. When she finally spoke, she carried neither hurt nor accusation. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she turned her gaze towards Andromache.
β You do not need to apologize β
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