Jade Fern Grove mea maxima culpa

me too! me too! he wanted to shout it at her, that he'd never had a father, lost his mother young, spent his whole life wandering with purpose and morningside was the first time he'd actually been something. haye bhagwaan! maybe that was why he had imploded: he simply couldn't handle responsibility. perhaps he was doomed to be a wanderer, a vagabond, forever.

instead, he remained silent, his face solemn. at her question, he gave a brief shrug. i'm going to keep walking, aditya said shortly, eyes staring somewhere beyond her. keep going until i. . .stop. you go your way, i'll go mine. it's very clear i've brought you nothing but bad things.

there was a bitterness in his voice that, while it wasn't meant to be accusatory, it definitely could be perceived that way. and so he turned, padding stiffly away and waiting for the cold sting of her rebuttal against his hide.