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He nodded. "Keeyh stohn." Ru'in said knowledgeably. However her next question made him purse his lips and tilt his head slightly in confusion. "Mahke Lihving?" He repeated, though as the words left his lips they sounded as if they had more syllables and cotton between the letters. "Mahke...houhss." Ru'in added skeptically. He didn't make a living. He was living obviously. What he made were houses. Or at least a house. "Why gho?" He mumbled, lip curling upwards as he pointed to the lands around them. "Fhood hehre. Houhss hehre." All that was found in town were people with their judgmental eyes and hushed voices. Ever since his twin Romina had gone off with their aunt to live some fairy tale life and left him behind the man had been on his own. He'd only let her—and one other—into his life. And now both were gone. Alone was better. Alone was ruin. ru'in There's a place I go to, where no one knows me It's not lonely, it's a necessary thing.