Someone with more tact would have been rightly prepared for this. Yet as he stood there, emboldened by his own righteousness, Ezekiel found that the words would not come. He saw the girl before him and the woman behind her and doubt crept into his heart. Was she ready yet? It didn’t matter. She would have to be.
For a long time he simply stared at her. She was taller than he was, a gangly thing finally fattening up from well worked muscles and regular food. In many ways she was still a child, but children had led them before. It took everything he had not to look at Kaena because he knew with certainty that she would see what his intentions were long before he spoke them.
Then, because a lie could not come, and because his words turned to ash in his mouth, he let out a breath of air in a half-laugh and shook his head. One hand dropped to his side, to the bag, because he was desperate for the sweet smelling smoke to help ease his mind. For a month he had lived intoxicated on cannabis and opiates, and now, especially now, he needed them. While his hands fumbled, his mouth worked.
“I’m done,” he finally said, head bent and face obscured by blonde-white hair. “I’m leaving.”
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