texts: No. Go back to the woods. This is a sacrifice I need to make. In my world we have something called penance. It's another abstraction, but I had the concept drummed into my head during my years in the convent. It doesn't exist for you, and it shouldn't. See, I could never be free again anyway, so I might as well be in jail.
labels: Then I'll live for both of us, Lila. I'll be the most free, truest animal in the whole forest. For both of us.