‘Will you not walk with us? Your gift to her—’ ‘Go.’ My gift to her. My gift to you. They are all as one. Grand failures, defeats born from the flaws within me. I will not stand witness to my own shame – I cannot. I have not the courage for that. I’m sorry. She walked away. Brief flower. Seed to stalk to deadly blossom, all in the span of a single day. Bright-burning poison, destroying all who came too close. An abomination.
