Honorifics

"Wait," Rio says, raising a hand to stop me as I move to leave, "Of course you can't just leave by yourself like that. We still have to find a place for you to stay. We have to travel to Toronto."

Does he seriously think we can travel more than ten hours in these conditions? He's crazy. And wrong.

"No," I say, "I can leave by myself, don't worry about it."

"How? Luna, you're being irrational again," he shakes his head, "There are no buses to take you out of the clan. I have to take you."

No way. Because I'm not leaving.

"I'll find my own way," I insist, ignoring his 'what the fuck’ face, "Listen, friend, you've been a great support to me, always willing to help me and I really appreciate it, but I'm not really helpless. I'm pretty good at surviving on my own."

"I don't believe that for a damn second, Lunanci. You've been downright suicidal many, many times," he spits as if that's a bad thing. I actually consider it an advantage in life. Being ready to die means I’m not really that s