[ polaris, under kaeya's chair, his tail beating at his ankles, creeps out a bit at finley, starts to lean up on his forelegs to sniff her softly. ]

It wasn't my intention. Never. And now...

[ he looks down at the soup again. ]

We somehow must move on from all of this. I know I have to. There's no other choice. But I...

[ his sword hand became so cruel all at once. ]