Larksong Grotto Send in the Clowns

god, it felt like he was vomiting. masque just standing there while he proverbially spewed made him feel worse. they had been here. but they hadn't Been There in the way he needed, a father who didn't leave him. a mom who cared enough to stay. that wasn't their fault, though the anger broiled all the same.
"i mean you should leave. i mean, you should leave, today, just go somewhere else and — and be someone else. not a redtail. that name isn't something you own, it owns you."
"that's why you're here mediating when you weren't even close to what happened. that's why i can't walk out of this place without knowing it's really over. no matter what you want. no matter what i want."