Fox's Glade enough to just blow that roof to the pavement

He could stick around, try to comfort her — like any good friend should. He knows he should. But the moment he sees her start to nod, he turns, more eager to flee than he'll ever admit out loud. Perhaps another time he might try harder to be a better friend — but right now, he can't. Too many different parts of his soul ache to name, and he can hardly make sense of the turmoil in his own head; how is he meant to deal with Korei's, so tangible and immediate?
He's gone before he can hear her sobs, and if he could know, he might just be selfish enough to feel relieved. If he'd heard them, surely he'd have turned back — but he doesn't. He leaves, and he tells himself he's going to go hunt, but ultimately he ends up pacing another part of the grove; as selfish and useless as he'd been back at Broken Boulder.