Fitz winces at that, for he has never, ever thought so.

He sits in the darkened lounge for a while, then moves over to the window, gazing at the night sky. He pushes the heels of his hands against his forehead. He is exhausted, has hurt the Fool, and is no closer to finding a path back to Buck.

Well.

He'll give the Fool the separation he craves. If nothing else, he can do that.

He sighs, and picks his way out of the lounge, back along the dark streets, towards what is currently his 'home'.