Larksong Grotto Send in the Clowns

srry ;;

oh. they were here to be a mediator. ancelin's lip curled. "i don't need to process anything. i know what i want. and i'm not the one you should be talking to."
his nostrils flared; he turned the indigo eyes on his cousin. "this was always gonna be a redtail place, huh? that was always the goal. she didn't have a chance, did she?"
rhetorical.
"i can't sort this for you, masque. only your mom can. but wait, did she leave again?" and now he was being cruel, shoving bitterness over atreus and aventus and arielle into his words; "because that's what she does."