I needed space. I think they understood that, though Damon did argue with me when I wanted to leave the Sanctuary.
"You're putting yourself, and others, in danger if you do." He sounded like the "and others" was the most important part.
"I get it," I said. "So lock me down. I'm taking Henry with me. Teach him how to shut me off or something. Because I'm leaving, Damon."
He touched my temple, shook his head. "You're too big," he said. Sighed. Backed off. "You know how to find us, Ethie. Don't be long, I beg you. So much rides on figuring out how to help you evolve into who you're supposed to be."
He was absolutely right and I was being hella selfish and I really, really needed to stay and get to work and all that. But he'd just dictated to me the rest of my life-mirroring my previous existence, right?-and the claustrophobic pressure of it was going to choke me to death.