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i'm glad i was able to help you grow up, adi shot back. about time, his mind echoed, but he left it unsaid, watching sunny as the young man went through a myriad of emotions. but he began to shake his head after a time, like an automaton, slowly but vehemently disagreeing with everything the morningsider was saying.

silence fell between them, naught but the chirping of birds and wind through the trees to accompany it, and then aditya opened his mouth to speak again. you don't know me, he said, almost too quietly to hear. you don't know who i am. you don't know what i've done. and you certainly don't want to call me 'brother,' anymore.

he shrugged. who wants revenge, sunny? adi asked. i only mentioned it because it is the only thing that makes sense. this. . .this forgiveness. . . he clenched his teeth, hard. i am unredeemable. unforgiveable. but i commend you for trying, at least.

the agouti man dipped his head in a jerky nod, stepping back. namaskar. i'll be going, now. and without another word, he moved past sunny, headed toward the edge of the trees, the emergency exit from a life forever lost.