Blackbeak Bluff you got yourself in a dangerous zone

Whip bit his lip and nodded. "Mostly," he replied. His relatives, at least those of note, had mostly passed on. Those who hadn't, Whip could only think of them with uncertainty. There was his brother Gannet. It was possible that he was out there somewhere, but Whip thought it was likely that he had fallen to the same fate as his parents. Death. Then there was Ferret, and though he possibly lived, he was long dead to Whip after what he tried to do the Peregrine. However, there were two others that Whip knew lived. There was Raven, whom he abandoned in a dope fueled fit. She probably thought ill of him, Whip inwardly mused. And then there was Wildfire, the sister he hardly knew.

Some family.

He couldn't make the Matriarch believe him, but he held no secrets from her. He never did. With that in mind, Whip stepped foward with an answer on the tip of his tongue. "I'm not settling," he explained. "It's because of you that I'm still alive." Or rather, it was the Nereides as a whole, but that's what Whip meant. "That was my choice. I chose to live." He paused, casting his gaze to the pile of droppings that Akantha sniffed. "I, uh -- I choose to live."

Then, Whip fell silent for a moment. But, that wasn't all. Again, he spoke, "But I, uh -- I guess I want to feel like I'm a part of something. Like, belonging or -- I don't know." He shrugged. It some ways, he felt that in serving the sisters, there was purpose, and in some ways, that is why Whip stayed.