"I don't think you should go like this, Winnow," Roman whispered. "No, Kitt? How, then, should I go?" "You should stay."

"Stay and write obituaries?" You sigh. "I shouldn't have published it." "The one for your mother? And then none of us would know you where hurting," he replied. "What would you do if you could take back the words you gave her?"

"Now, please move, Kitt." "Don't go, Avlar," he said

You have never heard him say your given name. It warmed your skin