Ami shook his head slowly, the same sad smile playing on his face. "No, well... yes. He wanted to leave, for a bit. He had to get away and figure out what and who he was without anyone, especially me, coloring that. But he didn't want to leave you."
He sighed softly, scratching his head as he studied the pipe in his hand again, trying to focus on something good. Leaning back into his chair he shook his head, "No, I couldn't predict that. But his mother, what she did, I always equated it with what she was not who she was. And that meant, that I saw what Aviel was as being like his mother rather than himself."