Larksong Grotto fredonman

He should have said more. He almost did. Kel almost started to tell her about The Evergarden, about paradise founded on the idea that men left unchecked could only bring destruction. And it worked. It really was perfect, utopian, elysian, everything — and he could never return.
So he said nothing. He turned back to Lestan when she did, and told himself to close that box and restore the locks. It was not good for him. He was not any less a person than her. He was not unworthy. Kel would spend the dark hours of the night repeating this mantra to himself, and when the sun started to rise, he departed to hunt. He returned feeling more like himself, more like the Kelsier he had built up at Willowspire through so much time and counseling and love. But not quite. Not fully.
He knew he would think about Erzulie long after they parted ways for the last time.