“I didn't
get lost! I'd had enough.”
“And you
threw your toys out of the pram and stomped off into the Weave. And
now you're homesick and you want to go back to the woodland or pit or
mountain your kind calls home. Been there! Done that!”
“What?
You mean you...”
“Shirked
my responsibilities and ran away? Yup.”
“Why? Did
you run away, I mean?”
She sighed,
sadly. “There was a fortress at a place called Masada, I wasn't
there long before an Authority arrived. There were so many children,
and all to avoid an inconvenience. I thought we could get them out,
but it wasn't my choice to make. What about you?”
“Calcutta,”
I mumbled, my shame still raw in my chest.
