Severity Of An Arcana

"That's what happened. The next thing I remember, I was here... with you."

The weight of Aloe's words settled upon my shoulders as she concluded her account of what happened.

I had listened intently, every syllable digging deeper into the tapestry of my existence. And when her voice faded into the silence of the room, a heavy sigh escaped my lips, a mingle of regret and understanding.

"It's my fault," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper, as if confessing to the very essence of my being. "If Kuzon saw those memories... then he knows."

Aloe's gaze softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and reassurance. "Jared, what do you mean by that?" She asked gently, her voice teeming with sincerity. "I'm totally confused, to be honest."

Hesitation clutched my heart as I stared at her. Guilt, mixed with a genuine reflection on my actions began to surface.