He takes a step back, looking at the ground. "I think we should keep going on our own."
He feels her looking at him, but he won't meet her eyes. So much death. Asher reels. Was it only three days ago he buried his parents? He shuts his eyes to fight off the emotion rising in him again, the grief, the anger at the world, at the gods. At Mayhem. He opens his eyes and looks back at her. Her lily-pad eyes are shimmering. "I can't travel with you anymore." With nothing more he turns and walks away. He goes south, abandoning Taylen's satchel wherever he dropped it. The girl could have it.
His anger and pain carry him, steadily, without looking back.
Of course, within half a league his anger cools, and he thinks better of himself. He immediately feels shame for what he said, and turns back.
By then, however, it's too late.
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