“I surrendered
myself,” Wesley protests. “I've come of my own accord to face
the music.”
“Only because your
little adventure finally died of old age,” Ash retorts
contemptuously. “Now that it's over you think you'll return to the
Forest and everything will go back to normal.”
Wesley winces at that,
the pain of her passing still a raw open wound. “It... it wasn't
an adventure,” he stammers, “I just couldn't do it. Not when I
had to. And when I could do it, I didn't want to.”
“And that is a great
pity. Now, a judgement will have to be passed. Consequences will
have to be faced and accepted. You do understand that, don't you?”
“Of course I do!”
“Good. Now you must
tell me everything that happened.”
