"That's not how the Green Knight story goes," Avi insists.
"My stories never go the way they 'should'," Aquila reminds Avi.

"He left the way he came," Aquila continues the story. "Then the seasons passed." Fall, like the leaves. Winter, snow softly unrelenting. Spring, cherry blossoms a reprieve. Then, summer, again. "And just when I was starting to wonder how I'd ever even look for him..."