Ebviony flinched lightly as their adoptive mother admonished their way of thinking. There really didn't seem to be a way to reason with her. To get her to see their side of the story.
"I know there are worse things... I've seen it." They were fae. It was to be expected that they saw things that disturbed humans. Barely any of the "horrible" things they saw disturbed them, but humans tended to have weak stomachs.
Celeste spoke with a gentleness that managed to further scare Ebvion. It was much easier to deal with someone who wore their anger on their sleeve, even if they were violent in the process. Once that anger was let out, it usually disappeared soon after. Someone who was unsatisfied and hiding behind kindness meant the problem would be dragged out.
"So you would keep looking? Forever and ever? What about the island? Would they keep looking?" There was the quickest flash of guilt on Ebvion's face before they looked down at the floor to hide it. No, they weren't going to like Ms. Forestier's words sway them. They wanted to leave and they would, they just needed more information.
"If I'm gone I don't want to be looked for. It's not fair."
Funny, the monarch of a court who's goal was to give lost children a home wanted to become a lost child themself.
