Persephone holds her breath, waiting for a protest or--something. Then with a whoosh out, she sits back on her heels and looks over her shoulder at him.

"Probably. Maybe. But I can't have the chance and not do it. I--I have things left at home that have to be taken care of. Even just a few things--I'd feel so much better." And it's true. The weight of some of these things--they pull her back from making a real life here.

"My mom is probably making a mess with me missing or whatever. And--and other stuff." Does she need to tell him? If she's leaving forever, what does it matter if she tells him, if he knows? But is it fair to leave him wondering?