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Prophet's sincerity was something that, so far, Ashlar had been hard pressed to see matched in another soul. Certainly those among the rise. He looked gratefully at the man, but he found the answer wasn't that simple.

I want them to be happy. He said, softly. Chacal loves her cliffs, and I belong here. I can't join there. He would have tried to make it work if there was any future that saw things differently, but he began to see that there was not.

And I can't be what Avicus wants. He was disappointed by this, and felt it weigh on his throat, but he was not resentful. He wished for Prophet's happiness nearly as much as Avicus' own, and certain more than he wished it for himself. His packmate deserved his place at the helm and at her side. He had no right to any sentiment otherwise.

She has it from you. She doesn't need it from me. It was honest, and the bard's expression was openly earnest despite being slightly withdrawn still. Her dissatisfaction was not just a disservice to him, but to Prophet as well. Where Tulimaq had been threatening, Prophet was kind, and the man deserved better than this.