He looked around, then fell to his knees. He stared at the ground, trying not to cry. He had ran away from his family when he got the news about his grandmother, and his history. It... was too much. The pain hurt. His birthmark itched, and his eyes hurt from his tears. And he didnt want to rise, no matter the pull. He whispered, *why me? Im not worthy...*

He pulled it out, and set it on the ground. Then, a small tear fell on it, and then he was crying opening, and not caring.

"Hm, then you know how it feels." , She said, completely not interested in question s about what was happening. "What time is it, my clock isn't working." . She tapped on it. "Did it perhaps break in your glory?" .

"They better have." She mutters.

Adam looked up and sniffed. *hey.*

" Yes it did. " He ate another grape.

" I'm just kidding, the gods of fate don't mess up. Ever. "

Oleander nodded, looking towards the ruins, where he could also hear voices if he listened carefully.

Magnolia rustled in the bushes somewhere behind them, and Oleander briefly wondered if she would be following them inside. It didn't seem like the type of place for a wild fox to go, and he was hesitant to go anywhere without the familiar presence. But he soon shook it off, rationalizing that the fox, like everything else, was a new addition to his life. He'd gotten by without her before.

"Rune," he mumbled softly, adjusting to the new name. He looked back at her. "Let's go."

" Hey. " He said back. " Why are you crying? "