Kildeer Rest chhod gaye balam mujhe

He had known the regret would hit, eventually; he had known Aditya was fairly out of his mind with grief. He had done it anyway.
So, by all accounts, Alarian deserved this. He deserved the shock and horror written across his friend's face, the stammered words he barely registered. He deserved the sharp, icy feeling racing up through his own chest. He deserved everything he felt the moment he realized he had been a mistake— again.

There was nothing to say. Alarian watched him leave, sinking slowly to the ground when he couldn't see the golden figure anymore. His body ached where Aditya had gripped him, his scent still woven into his fur. Tenderly he curled in on himself, in much the same position he had found his friend in. He cried. It was a long time before he rose again, glassy-eyed and hollow; only one thought escaped the purging white flame he had set through his own mind.
I should go talk to Lily.