Redhawk Caldera you don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone

He felt the smallest amount of triumph when the other admitted she knew nothing, he almost wanted to snicker. Yet, he didn't. Maybe it was because she was completely right, though he would not admit it. Yet, he felt like he could be alone, if that's what he truly wanted. He always had himself, despite everything, and maybe it was meant for him to always be alone. While he had come to a place where he felt apart of something, he knew that he was not truly one of them. In the end, perhaps he would always be Stoic Silvertip, without a family. And even, perhaps deep down he knew that maybe he was just a replacement for that Peter guy, the one everyone seemed to know. 

All this build up inside him, but he had grown to shove it all down, regardless of what he felt the need to express. Yet, as he sat there curled up so tight, he could not contain it much longer without letting pass the words off his tongue that he had held in so tightly before. "I miss my mom," It came out in a whimper, much more futile than he had expected. Yet, as he relished in the seconds that passed after he finally talked, feeling his internal walls come down as he no longer cared what anyone else thought. 

He missed his fricken mom, and he didn't care who else knew it.