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Ashlar did not wish to be here. He knew he couldn't draw the blood they wished and he knew, at this point, that there was no swaying any from this course. Revenge.... he couldn't wish for it. When he imagined Astara, others came to mind. The coyote on the mountain. The fight on the borders. Aventus and Avicus, rending one another.

They all tore everything apart. This was all this place was.

He could not stay. Not even for Avicus. He wouldn't face her with this decision, and as he snuck through the trees, a scent on the wind caused him to freeze sharply with fear. But it was only Surya.

He should just leave. But maybe, just maybe, he could change one mind. Ashlar crept towards Surya hesitantly, broaching the trees with tail cast low. I can't do this. He confessed, watching Surya's expression with careful fear. I won't.