The Sentinels young as the morning; old as the sea

Replying with permission. Want to get this wrapped up before I leave for the weekend. :)

There was time to elaborate, in great detail even, when he wasn't keeping the two most important wolves of the pack tied up in his own blathering. The way he lingered on the last vestige of his sentence hinted that he was not unwilling to speak further, but knew it would potentially be rude to do so. Listening was something Marcello excelled at; something his father once failed to do on multiple occasions. It had gotten Chehalis into trouble, more often than not. 

Thankfully, Marcello had inherited his mother's wisdom.

When Deirdre spoke again, she remarked on the intentions of his heart and the truth came bursting forth hurredly from his lips, "never!" He exclaimed earnestly, "It is my wish to live in peace and, eventually, pass from this life knowing I did some good. So I do. Wish to join you, I mean."