Rhysand's eyes, almost violet with the way the light flashed off of the cyan color, were furious. They filled with such rage it perhaps rivaled that of Merlyn's own. Enough was enough. He had nightmares of these people whenever he closed his eyes. He had souls on his conscious he could never be forgiven for. He knew that.
He did not need the island to punish him, too. Rhysand did that enough to himself day in and out.
"NO!" he shout and his wings cracked again as he took off from the ground, soaring into the air. "Cauldron damn me! I won't suffer this torment, Island. I won't be slave to your mind games! I am the mind game. Mother hear me, if you are a being, and if I should find you, I will shatter you, too! I've done my time! I've paid my price! BEGONE!"
The high lord's hand waved and the earth gave a mighty shake, the wind roared, and darkness swallowed the home and it's yard all save for Merlyn's heavenly light. It grant stars to sparkle in the dark as if the universe itself had shrunk down to that one area of land and sky surrounding it.