K's relationship with his adoptive family, all the while, grew more and more tumultuous. He no longer had the time to talk with me like before, so I didn't hear all the details, but I could see that any hope for resolution was slipping away. I knew that a certain someone had interceded with efforts toward concilation. This someone wrote to K and urged him home. K, deciding the cause was already lost, did not comply. K's obstinacy - he explained that he could not return during the school year, but the other side still viewed it as obstinacy - seemed to just make bad things worse. His adoptive family was offended, and his birth family was angered as well. Out of concern, I wrote a letter in attempt to placate the parties, but to no avail. For my troubles they sent not a word in return. This bothered me greatly. Given the circumstances of the situation, I'd already been sympathetic to K. From that point on, objectivity be damned, I was fully in K's camp.
It was finally decided that K would be reinstated into his birth family. His birth family would reimburse his adoptive family for all monies applied toward his schooling. In exchange, his birth family was through with him. He was on his own from here on. To apply an archaic term, one could say that K had been disinherited. It may not have been quite that dire, but K himself saw it as such. K had grown up without his mother. Some facets of his character, it seemed, could be attributed to his upbringing under a stepmother. Had his real mother lived, I believe he might not have broken so severely from his birth family. His father, of course, was a Buddhist priest. However, in his strict adherence to obligation, one wondered if he wasn't more warrior than priest.