“And where should I be instead?” he asked. “Because, according to… most humans, really, I shouldn’t be anywhere on earth and that seems a little unfair. I’ve never cared for having people tell me where I do and do not belong.”
“They don’t want you here,” she amended, glancing down at her bare feet. This had been where they had guided her after seeing her mother’s grave. This was the payment the lines seemed to deem fit, restoring the clearing to full life by using her as their conduit. He was…interrupting.
