“You have a beautiful soul,” Asmita said as he approached Albafica, “I can sense it, but you’re so full of grief and guilt it’s heartbreaking.”Chapter Text“You have a beautiful soul,” Asmita said as he approached Albafica, “I can sense it, but you’re so full of grief and guilt it’s heartbreaking.”Albafica looked down, feeling unable to look at Asmita, even when he knew that the Asmita that visited with him was a spirit, Asmita’s body was safe away on the Virgo Temple, “I killed my teacher, the only family I’ve known and I could kill you all with my presence.”Asmita smiled, “And that is why you choose this self imposed exile, you deal with your fear by trying to protect us from yourself, even when it brings you grief and sorrow; how noble of you.”“Asmita, this isn’t me being noble, it’s me recognizing I’m a hazard and a danger to all of you and not wanting to harm my brothers in arms or Athena.”“Oh, but that is nobility,” Asmita disagreed, “anyone more selfish than you would risk it, yet you remain alone, perhaps I should visit with you more often, especially now that you know that in this form you can’t hurt me.”Albafica debated with himself, he desperately wanted the company, but… he didn’t wish to risk Asmita’s life and he didn’t know what consequences could bring in the long term for Asmita’s spirit when he visited, the part of himself that craved companionship won, “Just as long as your body never comes near me.”