I'm really not sure yet...
"Not as beautiful as I once expected," Margaux said as she laid stood at the edge of the woods. "It's not as beautiful as it was when I was a kid."
She looked over at Baldovino and turned towards the sun behind them as he set his hand on her shoulder. "You're not ready, are you?" he asked quietly.
"No, no. I'm just not willing." She closed her eyes and lifted her head toward the setting sun. "It's just not the time I ever expected to come back here."
"I understand, but you can't run forever. You've been running for ten years now. You left here and you said you'd never come back. You obviously came for a reason, no?"
"I hate you, you know that, right?"
"It's a beautiful hate, isn't it?"