Grastor.
No, see, that's the thing. You don't want me getting hurt on your conscience, but it's for your sake, not mine. Because you didn't care enough to tell Ireland that I have feelings for you, did you? And you don't care that I feel like an idiot and a fool for not seeing this before, for standing around and being there for you every day and every night when you clearly needed him more? Because you're too afraid to let me leave on my own, you'd rather put me through this and damn the consequences until you feel capable of dealing with it, instead of listening to what I need. Did you think I wouldn't notice? That I'm so blind or that I don't know you well enough to be able to read things? Or did you think I would just accept it and pretend like I'm fine, like I always have?
I don't have Mara to talk to right now, so I'll go to Ren. And the director, if need be, to ask for a transfer.