Please try to understand, Zen. Caitlin started. I won't be a part of this.
I will not argue long distance with you. Come to me now. Zendedari ordered.
For strength Caitlin clutched at an overhead tree branch. Zen's lack of inflection frightened her more than his anger could have. She sensed a power in him, a total confidence.
I won't come back. I can't. Just live your life, Zen. You have it back now.
If Zen had really felt no emotion in centuries, then he would be struggling just as she was to stay in control. Everything seemed so intense. She wanted the calm, tranquil world she understood, where her brain ruled and emotions could be pushed aside.
You cannot possibly win this battle, Caitlin.
It was a warning, nothing less. The tone was devoid of any feeling whatsoever.
Why does it have to be a battle? You need to accept my decision. I have the right to leave.
Come to me, Caitlin.