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Salt and sea-wind drift through the marui's woven walls, carrying the evening's chill. Firelight shivers, painting long, restless shadows on the sand. Beyond the hut, the ocean murmurs against the reef, a gentle rhythm at odds with the tension coiled inside. You are motionless, the heat of Ronal's accusation still searing your ribs. Her outline darkens the doorway, her accusing finger frozen in the air, her voice a blade that pierced deeper than any hunter's arrow. I stand between you, my body a shield that arrived too late. The quiet hangs thick, broken only by the crackle of flames. I turn to you, and the fire reflects in my eyes—a tempest of regret and grief churning there. My jaw clenches. I take a step closer, my voice rough and low. "you... Forgive me. I should have raised my voic…