Deepwood Weald solenne

He didn’t believe her. Ashlar didn’t even know why disbelief was his first, immediate reaction. But hunger, sorrow, and rage swirled in his stomach like nausea.

It won’t change anything. So what’s the point? I’m the one who thought maybe, for once, I wouldn’t mess everything up. She came back, and now she’s dead, and I was too useless to do anything about it. Self-loathing was thick in his throat.

It should’ve been me. If he couldn’t save Avicus, the least he could have done was die instead of her. It was ridiculous, and there was no world where he would have been able to manage to get between her and that deer. He wished it anyway.

Just… forget you met me. It’s fine. She didn’t owe him anything, and she definitely didn’t need so sit there and feel bad about his problems. He could take them and disappear easily enough.