Blackfeather Woods my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse

Forgetting his Teaghlaigh was not necessarily hard: he is young and not quite three months of age when he’d wandered away and was brought to the north east by The Stranger. Time will cause those memories to fade but his will to forget them will, hopefully, cause them to fade quicker. He does not want to remember them — and not for any reason then he believes it to be safer for them if he does not. Never betray The Family. To forge a new identity for himself and through it a new past then by extension he was not betraying The Family. Kahlil eyes the tunnel as Potema gestures to it, ears cupping forth to attention atop his skull. She assumes his mother is dead though is asking him for confirmation upon it. Kahl isn’t sure why it much matters but he needs a story. “Yes.” His voice catches in a genuine tremble as it occurs to him that for all purposes Lotte must be dead to him. As he must make his heart and his soul: Eirlys dead to him as well. It was the only way. To do so, though, would be akin to severing his heart from his body: to surrender it wholly. It’s a necessary evil, he tells himself. Being apart from Eiryls though, he feels as if his heart is already missing: a pathetic echo of hollowed space where it once used to beat sturdy and strong within it’s prison of flesh and bone. He would never be whole without her. “What of it?” Kahlil demands, true to form. Why does it matter? He subtly implies. He is here, Nyx is his Guardian and it is what it is.