Swiftcurrent Creek I'm dying to live in a world I don't belong

It had been everything and nothing all at once.
Gunnar.
We almost-- we might've lost an ally because of me, Akavir. Because we nearly killed each other. And it didn't solve anything, that fight. Moss is still dead, and now the entirety of Kvarsheim probably fuckin' hates me. Us. her breath shudders.
He looked at me like I was a monster. A-and I don't-- yeah, I mean, you're right, I did what anyone would do. But it haunts me. He made it sound like it was his dyin' wish to have my head on a stick. And how do I live with that? How do you live with knowing, knowing the people you're supposed to be allied with hate you? She thought of Crowfeather then, of his coldness—
Crowfeather. Silvertongue.
A drawn out pause.
When her voice crawls from her throat, all fire seems to have vanished, and what remains is a pitiful croon. I love her, Akavir, she hadn't wanted to cry; not again, not anymore. I love her. I love her.