Her tone emerged cold and biting and one of Sigmarr's ears flicked back, his hackles starting to raise. What had he said? He was agreeing to go with her if their siblings wanted to wasn't he? Why was she getting so pissy? He growled. "Things are changing, it's not a shit hole any more. We're rebuilding it!" She turned from him and his heart broke. All that work, all that worry, everything for her and she was just throwing it away! Why the fuck had he even tried?
"I'll let them know you're leaving? but your love? Go tell them yourself." If she loved them she'd go tell them herself. He didn't want to be the one to have to explain why she wasn't coming back. The one to have to bear the wounded looks and the pain. It was clear she could give a rat's ass about Ebony and her family. And she said she'd be back but suddenly Sigmarr doubted it. He'd probably never see her again anyway. Suddenly he was beginning to understand why Raisa had left. In this moment he wanted nothing more than to run away. This responsibility of trying to keep the family together was wearing on him. He felt sick and tired. He wasn't ready for this, wasn't ready to be a leader, wasn't ready to be a parent?
No, he couldn't do this any more. He wanted to look after his siblings but it was clear now he was nothing but a fantastic failure. He failed to be worth enough to keep Raisa's attention. He failed in his attempts to keep his family together. He failed in bringing Valeriya back. He failed to prevent Virgil from taking Svetlana. What would be next? Would Sindri be kidnapped? Would Kassander fall ill and die? He was a fucking disaster around them. It was so tempting to just give up and get the hell out of Alacritia. But if he were to leave it wouldn't be to follow Valeriya. It was clear she wanted nothing more to do with him and he was not the kind to needlessly give chase. She wanted to be alone. He wouldn't deny her. Sigmarr turned and quickly stalked away.
