oh i got troubles that won't let me be, but i won't get tired, set the world on fire
“People say it’s good, and I bet it’s not like the fish back home.” He replies easily, a grin spanning across his face with content. But for all the ideas and prospects of venturing out in Torchline to try all the strange things it has, there’s a part of him that’s also grown homesick – homesick of the woods where he can roam as a bear and return home, helping Vai clean the meal before sitting down to eat it after they’d prepared it together. It wasn’t the same here, with strange faces and sand in replacement of dirt and mud and all the greenery.
It only dampers the feeling a bit more at the idea that they’d have to deal with Remi and Ronin coming back wrong, and he chews on the inside of his cheek briefly as he considers it, nuzzling his head into the crook of her shoulder again. “What if they come back and are wrong like… Dad?” It’s a quietly uttered whisper, the fact he hadn’t seen Devrum enough to even have a memory of him. What would happen if Remi and Ronin came back and Felix never quite got the chance to get to know them like he wished to?
Would he have to find someone else to imagine as the hero in the stories Vai told?
It only dampers the feeling a bit more at the idea that they’d have to deal with Remi and Ronin coming back wrong, and he chews on the inside of his cheek briefly as he considers it, nuzzling his head into the crook of her shoulder again. “What if they come back and are wrong like… Dad?” It’s a quietly uttered whisper, the fact he hadn’t seen Devrum enough to even have a memory of him. What would happen if Remi and Ronin came back and Felix never quite got the chance to get to know them like he wished to?
Would he have to find someone else to imagine as the hero in the stories Vai told?
'till my troubles got trouble with me
FELIX
