"Well then, Thorn, I wish to visit my parents. I would like to commune with them about what has transpired, and to honor their memory. I need solace to contemplate the future."

"Gardener, I don't think that is wise in the dark of night. The delegates brought with them an entourage, and I suspect that some have been left behind to report back on our actions, and quite possibly to enact revenge. I fear for your safety, and our men are currently engaged escorting the delegates beyond our borders. Perhaps first light would be a better choice. I will accompany you and pay my own respects, sword at my side."

A tide of emotion brings with it a childlike instinct to rebel. You collect yourself for a moment then give way to your second thought, which is to honor Thorn's sage advice.

"You are right, of course. It is late, and sleep might be possible tonight after so many nights without it. I should take advantage - there may be many more sleepless nights ahead."

"Indeed. You did well tonight and deserve some long-overdue rest. I will stay alert until my men return. Good night, Gardener."

"Good night, Thorn."

You take your leave and head up the same heavy stone steps that had delivered you into the briar's nest only hours ago, which truly could have been days in your mind. Despite your supposed bravery during the delegation, every part of you wants nothing more than to escape from everything, from what has become of your life. You fantasize about running away, slipping into an easy existence hidden in some remote village where you wouldn't be recognized. You crave the simple life that you enjoyed only days earlier.

Your feet feel leaden, leading you into surrender of the situation as if against your will.

By the time you reach your chambers you are exhausted. The short trek effectively transformed the overwhelm of emotions you felt - anger, sadness, righteousness, burden - into a welcome numbness. Your wandering mind has given up and you want nothing more than to sleep away the nightmare of this new reality.