[ Molly pauses a bit and then sighs as Caleb confirms it. The tail falls and curls at his feet, even if his smile stays up. He's a liar, after all, and damn if he's going to completely show Caleb how messed up he is about it. The wizard already knows, obviously, but Molly's stubborn.

Instead he focuses on that sudden proclamation of guilt, turning their hands so he can stroke a thumb over the backs with a softer, more honest look on his face. ]

You're not allowed to be sorry. It just happened. Knowing I died for a good cause makes it worth it. [ It's terrible and frightening and oh-so-unfair but it's still him. He got to die as himself rather than just fading into nothing. ]

I'm more concerned about... about this other bastard wearing my tattoos. I hope he hates them.

[ Molly tenses a bit, expecting the 'you're the same person' starting again. Fjord had been adamant about it and it was grating badly on the purple tiefling's soul. ]