The way that Kara threw it in his face that he was not coming with her was painful. She did not have to say it out loud. Tarek had told them both the ways things had to be, and Kara made her choice. Hallbjorn was not going to stand in her way and keep her from a better life. This was the time when he broke her heart. Nix told him it would come. He did not understand what Kara wanted now. He did not know what she wanted him to say or do.<br/><br/>She had a chance to get back something. She had two living adoptive parents who loved her, and a people who wanted her. She was royalty among her kind. If Tarek was any example, the djinn were a species of the Lore that no one would need to be ashamed of being. All Hallbjorn could ever have had with his own kind was days spent in mindless violence and night in mindless debauchery. All of her life Kara had been loved and now there were people who loved her enough to claim her and pay someone who was something they despised greatly a fortune to ensure her safety.<br/><br/>He wanted more than his lonely life now. Before Kara he was resigned to his life.<br/><br/>And now he loved Kara. He loved her enough to let her go.<br/><br/>"Call Tarek, Kara, before you catch a cold." The Berserker said to the young woman, and then he walked away.<br/><br/>It was the most difficult thing he had ever done, but it was also the most selfless.