Once upon a time, exile from the tribe meant nothing more than almost certain death. With all protection and shared methods of survival cut off, one either wandered alone and likely starved, or hoped they weren’t killed trying to enter a new tribe.
Now? Not so much. Or so I’ve always thought…..
it was pointed out to me recently that him exiling me was really him exiling himself.
Easy to turn around and rationalize. Unless of course, you are standing on the outside….