Hark felt a weight in the pit of his stomach. You wore people out like shoes. You didn’t mean to, but you did. This is what it felt like when the sole started getting thin. He had promised himself that this time would be different. He wouldn’t waste the chances offered by Vyne, Kly, and Sanctuary. It was happening again anyway, and this time he couldn’t walk away or make plans for when he was kicked out. Exhausting everyone’s patience would destroy him.
