Jade Fern Grove mea maxima culpa

he shook his head, but didn't answer. what good would it do to refute her? they would just argue, and honestly, he had always hated arguing with her. he had always hated arguing, period.

but maybe aditya should have put up more resistance, because the news was even worse. each bit of information was a lance through his heart; he felt each blow, sharper and sharper, until he could scarcely breathe. his knees wobbled, and he sat suddenly back on his haunches, eyes wide, gold pools of oblivion.

they're gone, he echoed, his voice hoarse. morningside is no more. i—i can't believe it. yes, you can, you fool. they're dead and you hastened the blade. he took a low, deep gasp for air, head bowed as if in prayer. what about you? he choked out, looking at the ground. are you. . .are you with elysium?