[He starts before he can stop himself, so full of roiling grief that he can't keep it in. He shakes his head, pulling in a breath, before finishing his statement. Might as well, now that it's out enough for Reynir to surmise what he was going to say.]
I haven't a home left to return to. There is little there but the undead now.
[The undead, and him, the failure of his bloodline, harbinger of the end of Bear Den. Deep down, he knows how the undead got there, where they all came from, but he's not yet ready to face that truth. His burdens are already so heavy.]
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[He starts before he can stop himself, so full of roiling grief that he can't keep it in. He shakes his head, pulling in a breath, before finishing his statement. Might as well, now that it's out enough for Reynir to surmise what he was going to say.]
I haven't a home left to return to. There is little there but the undead now.
[The undead, and him, the failure of his bloodline, harbinger of the end of Bear Den. Deep down, he knows how the undead got there, where they all came from, but he's not yet ready to face that truth. His burdens are already so heavy.]