Larksong Grotto Send in the Clowns

something was wrong with masque. he sensed it in all of him, half-turning and almost taking a step toward them.
but that had passed.
all the better moments were over.
he gazed at them, lifting his chin in resignation.
masquerade needed to leave, and he needed to tell lilia what he'd done.
but this wasn't about her, or augur, or anyone else. it could be ancelin versus the entire rest of his family, and he had stopped caring! why care! if they hadn't ever cared about him, if he was so easy to turn away, then he wanted to see it. to feel it.
ancelin walked for the rise.