Pulling away from her, Elan kneels on the window seat next to her. Face dark and turned away. His voice low and dangerous as thunder rolls outside. The rain pours with renewed vengeance.

"Go."

His hands tighten into fists for a moment. Slowly, he stands with his back to her. His voice soft, and pained. No malice, just regret.

"I asked you... I asked you. I wanted... I was going to help you. Now, unless you have had a change of heart, then go."