Chimera Fields apollonius

lost. he has always been lost. even in the valley, he had no purpose. Merrick had tried to give him one, but Avicus had always failed to see it.

she thinks that perhaps now, out here, he's anything but. he has potential now, whereas among the bloody bear-wolves, he would have always been a nobody—and, thanks to Aventus, so would've she.

maybe it's better this way.

she holds his gaze, her face impassive, not betraying the slightest bit of interest in his words. only the chase excites her, and now that the deer has fallen, she, too, has fallen back into ennui. 

you go back? Avicus asks, and thinks that she maybe knows the answer already.