He stomped over branches and twigs, kicking aside rocks until he got there. He wasn’t angry. At least, he wasn’t angry at his family. He was angry at himself. Why had he been born as such a shameful being? Why did he lack the ability to control his illness? Why must he be the one to carry this weight on his shoulders? The sky deities had dealt him the cruellest of cards.
No Darnian be mad at them for not helping and accepting you!
