Jade Fern Grove Seems you cannot be replaced, and I'm the one who will stay

lestan wasn't sure of himself now, after that. "no," he said honestly. and then the honesty became his own revelation, spilling out beneath the elf-light in her somehow knowing eyes. "i don't like killing either," he admitted, a swallow bouncing his throat. "i never have, and you d-don't, so, i thought! maybe i would just do it."
was it the full truth? a half-truth? or something between? perhaps it was more. suddenly the mayfair realized he did not want to leave her behind in the snow, he wanted only to beg that reverie allow him to do That Part and the rest — "i guess hunting is — a bit like dancing, isn't it?" he asked, finding her eyes with awkwardness crinkling his gaze into a brave smile.