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Fuck Rusalka. Well, amen, brother. But it wasn't said with the flippant attitude of one moving onto bigger and better things. Ephraim was well and truly done, not just with their neighbors, but with everything. All of it. Vercingetorix finally recognized the sight of someone falling apart before him. Had it been almost anyone else, he might have handled it with more grace. Ephraim, though, was special.

The two get losts were delivered very differently, and Verx knew the boy's anger was not for him but for the thoughts that plagued him. No, the brute said, a little choked. He moved forward, catlike, trying to block Ephraim from going any further. Ephraim, stop. Talk to me.

He gazed down at the coywolf, his face pleading. I know you're feeling bad, he continued softly. I know you're hurting. But you can't do this. You can't leave. You know what that means, bro. Natrona, natrona, natrona. Just like in Ephraim's head--although unknown to him--that word echoed through his mind like the wail of a siren. He couldn't bear it. Not Ephraim. Ephraim was no traitor.