Heron Lake Plateau No I don't wanna fall in love

The way she whispered his name sent a chill down his spine and he looked at her in concern. Silently, he took in her words, her questions, and they made him feel unbearably sad. She should not have to ask these questions at all. She should not feel this way. She should be happy, and safe, and not here, alone, with only himself for company. She deserved the world.

He tried to keep his voice calm when he answered her, though he wanted to shout the words--not at her, but at the world. No, he began, and swallowed, and heard the tremble in his voice. You are not a bad wolf, or a bad daughter, or a bad anything. Adylaide... He paused on her name, as it still tasted strange on his tongue, an unfamiliar, taboo word. We... We all react to trauma... differently, though my commanders would've preferred if that were not the case. However you... feel is... is the correct way to feel. There's nothing wrong with you. Even if there were, he admitted, I'm not sure I would care.

Ulrich looked away from her, out at the horizon, gathering his thoughts, trying to figure out if there was anything more he needed to say. Finally, he whispered, I only want you to be happy. Surely, that truth was not a bad thing to admit? Surely it did not mean more than what he intended?