"Where is he going?" Damon asked as Mugu began to walk away from the village, carrying nothing but the sword the knight had tossed to him.
He walked like a dead man, moving in the opposite direction from where Abellona had been taken. Hot tears streamed down his face, but he did not wipe them away.
Damon watched in silence, then slowly shook his head.
'I was wrong. He is not like me.'
Ashcroft's voice came without hesitation. 'He is far braver than you. And far more foolish. You love at a distance, always careful to protect yourself from what can hurt you. Mugu does not. He loves with everything and burns for it.'
Ashcroft paused.
'In that regard, perhaps you and I are similar.'
