Larksong Grotto Send in the Clowns

“What happens if I don’t?”

It will tear the rise apart for good, Masque supposed in a somber voice, unaware they may have misunderstood the question. Then you will eventually leave anyway.

They felt a flicker of frustration, though it wasn’t directed at Ancelin any more than his anger was truly targeted at Masquerade. They breathed through the momentary angst, their eyes tracking over his face.

Or, they continued, you and Lilia could run off into the sunset together, just like you planned, only a little sooner. You could go and build your perfect future together away from this mess. And give the rest of us a chance to rebuild peacefully. I know that’s easier said than done but it’s not too late, Masque implored, pausing before finishing, I know it’s not fair to you. None of this is fair for me, either, and that is why I’m asking you to consider it. For me.

And the kids, they added in their thoughts, though they both knew that much went without saying.