Lucio had a defeated expression on his face as he stared at the Empress lying on his bed. She appeared quite haggard, sleeping there with her eyes closed. There was a bandage on her foot, covering her wound. He called out her name carefully in a voice full of desperation, "Patrizia…"
If she could hear this voice, she would probably get upset again, and so he had to use a soft voice. He closed his eyes with a miserable expression, and shook his head.
"I… to you…" What did he do to her? What games did he play with a woman he had brought in, who knew nothing? Lucio shed an ocean of tears and embraced the remorse. He wanted to atone for his mistakes, but it was already too late. She despised him, hated him, reproached him, and would blame him. He stood by her side as he muttered to her with a painful expression.
"How can I atone for…"
"..."
"Is there such a way?"