Jade Fern Grove mea maxima culpa

the words turned him to stone. he stopped, stiffened, and then turned to face her, expression inscrutable. ab aur nahin, he said, his voice husky. you don't know what you're saying. what you're getting into. and here he had thought she had at least a shred of sense. at least enough to know that following him was a fool's errand.

goodbye, dawn, aditya said, and then spun once more and took off, this time faster. let her follow him, sure. follow him straight down into the pits of despair, where they both would wallow and fester. if that was what she wanted, then so be it. at least he had given her the choice to leave.