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Cypress' clarification caused Rannoch to re-trace his thoughts, singling back on the concerns his brother had expressed just a moment ago. Finding that his words hadn't necessarily been the best to soothe his brother. He ducked his head momentarily, embarrassed by the mixup. "Well, yeah," he began, his train of thought derailed as he attempted to regain his standing in the conversation. "But, like, nobody will even come close to being my brother," not even Rian, he wanted to add, "Cy, you're the best brother that I could have ever asked for-- I'm not looking to get other brothers. You're my brother." He smiled, his eyes holding Cypress' gaze fondly. Rannoch did not feel off-put by his brother's stare, as the metal-brushed man knew that it was not out of disrespect, but, rather, out of the heat of their moment. Had Rannoch thought otherwise, he would have quickly put his brother into his place.  

Rannoch shifted at what Cypress said next, nodding easily to Cypress' thought. "Yeah, I think they would be, too." He agreed. "Honestly, from what you've said, it doesn't even seem like it's their forest anymore and it feels so... wrong." Scimitar and Eshe were the right claimers to the throne of the evergreens, and this is why Rannoch refused to return. He did not want to see a world in Neverwinter that lacked his parents, and despite how much he had grown, he assumed he would never be prepared to face such a reality.  "I think that doing what we're doing is kind of honoring what they did when they made Neverwinter," he added after a pause, his expression thoughtful. Though he had never gotten the origin story of their birth pack, Rannoch assumed that they hadn't been members of the forest-based pack for their lives. "It's like we're going to make our own Neverwinter."