"I...I'm so sorry! I may have been deceived, but that doesn't excuse my actions. Whatever punishment you deem fit for me, I won't complain or beg for forgiveness, I know I don't have that right. If I am to be executed, I'll accept it without a fuss. But, at the very least, I'd like to request that it be painless-...!" Began Akila as he bowed his head.
"Uh, please calm down, there's really no need to apologize. Like you just said, you were deceived, so I have no intention of blaming you. And besides, there was no real damage done in the end, so it all worked out fine," Responded Lyra with a smile.
It was the next day, the 26th of August, 1919. The Irregulars set Akila up in an inn to get some rest, the shock of finding out that he was being tricked and used left him pretty worn out, both mentally and physically.
