Blackfeather Woods like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing

Taikon fights it — typical. Weak. He's made his decisions, and now he cannot bear to live with the consequences.
Would you just listen?!
Zephyr stops, head turning just slightly, just enough that Taikon can see his lips move as he speaks. No, The word is not loud or emotional, but deliberate, forceful, final. He continues, icy flames lurking under his words. You didn't listen — when I warned you so many times — that I'd been hurt before, that I didn't know how to deal with feelings like that. You saw those wounds, and you dug them deeper — and now, I'm past being hurt over it. I'm done.
And with that, he turns his gaze to the path ahead, and starts to walk away.