Like everything in this place, Roana's inheritance meant absolutely nothing to him. Instead of complaining or quietly stewing on it as he had before the Blight, he now yelled and pushed his hands into his hair, an almost animalistic display of frustration. This place felt like a puzzle he could not even begin to solve, and now his mind was being taken over by a rot. The odds were stacked against him and seemed determined to stay that way.
Perhaps this frustration and realisation was why he did not fight too much as he was picked up, only sending a few weak kicks towards Roana. "The only place I need to be for my own safety is my home--" His voice broke with the warning sign of tears, something that would have mortified him in his right mind.
ABASI
it's sad to know that we are not alone
it's sad to know there's no honest way out
