[ Who knew heartbreak could make a small, bug-like creature so expressive. As the words keep pouring out of Brandon, Kaevyn finally realizes that this is no coincidence, that he is not being saved - Brandon fully intends to keep him in this bottle to finish whatever those horrible monsters in the forest started, trapping him, taking him away from a second home.

It's in his body language, too. His antennae droop, his wings lose any flickering life they had in them, until they simply go still, limp on his back. His hands on the glass, he struggles not to start yelling hexes and curses, finding that sadness can, in fact, be a greater force than anger and indignity. Brandon has treated him poorly when Kaevyn had thought a friend would never do such a thing.

Once again, he is being sent away.

She speaks beautifully. Much better than the magus, kinder too, though even a sweet tone and the magic of what she carries around her neck can no longer console him. He lets himself fall to the bottom of the bottle, sitting cross-legged, refusing to look at anyone or anything. His voice is but a mutter. ]

I wish to go now, away from this impostor. He is a sickness to me, Qetzi'ah. Take me to where I will not be able to hear any more of his lies.