Broken Antler Fen i drive into corning, and all the spindles whine

Unhappiness is a... choice?

Wraen almost blurted out, but then hadn't she patronized him enough already? And what did she know of unappiness herself? A constant one? No, it was not that simple and straightforward. She had been very unhappy many times in her life, but over time she had realized that it did depend on her, what she did about it. Leaving, when circumstances had grown unbearable, had been her choice and it had worked out for her. It had given her a chance to look at all her troubles from a distance and analyze them, see, where her fault had been due, and what could she do about it. 

"Arthur, you cannot go forward, if you do not make peace with your past. It will always come back to you," she said, knowing well that it was pointless to argue with him. He did not agree and she would never be able to convince him otherwise. "You have a pack now, but you are a mere shadow here. Unhappy now too, surrounded by wolves," she told him. "What is that you want then, what have you imagined that will make you happy? What have you done - besides this - to make it so?" she asked.