Grief does not change you, it reveals you

As he spoke, the pale fae took a step closer, eyes sorrowful. So he too had found that nothing remained of his family. She wanted so badly to forgive him, to tell him it was alright, but...

"Mikael. When you left, I thought... I thought..." she dipped her head, wanting to touch him, make sure he was really there, but at the same time felt anger toward him. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have gone with you! If I did, maybe my father wouldn't have found me, maybe we could have both had a home back at the Caldera!" She gave a tiny whine, and took another step forward, eyes brimming with sadness. She wanted so badly to forgive him, have everything go back to the way it had been...

But could she? Could she really forgive him after his sudden disappearance, the way she had suddenly vanished from her life just when she had let him into it? She felt selfish, for thinking these thoughts. His father had died! But his father hadn't tried to kill him.