“It’s goodbye, Julius.” “Why?” His voice shook. “Me without you would be—I mean—you’re—” “Yeah, I am,” she said, her pain hidden; her eyes vindicated. “And I know exactly what path I must take.” “I’m not on it, am I?” She said nothing and waited. Attempting silence; an entry point for him to fight for her. To confess that he was indeed travelling the same path and he would be there, waiting for her, no matter her decision. That he would be able to change and show himself to her, whoever he was. But he never spoke. Head declined; he accepted her words. Accepted the truth: he didn’t want to be his true self. He wanted to remain a pretender. Kaianan could see that wasn’t her battle to fight. It was his. And she could see he wasn’t going to change or be inspired by her, who dished out more than she should have for someone not capable of connection. This was acceptance.” AcceptanceGoodbyeAcceptance Of Oneself And Others Book:The Battle of Middle Forsda Source: The Battle of Middle Forsda