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A wonderful name indeed, though he wished she was not only that. Alas, he could not alter the past, nor could he revive her and start anew. Things were as they’d played out in the years prior, and that was something that he would simply have to live with; though it pained him to do so, he could not do otherwise. Realising then that the questions had ceased to come—the last words spoken in relation to the topic were of Scarlett’s name—and the request to continue was made, he gave a stiff nod of his head. Turning his nose towards the mountains, however, he felt himself unable to challenge their might. Speaking of the past, however vague he might have been, had taken a great deal out of him, as well as continued to weigh heavily upon his shoulders, even then. Thus, it was with a shake of his head that he turned back towards the woods and said, “We’ll return home for now. I’ll take you north another time.” It was with those words that he turned his body fully and nudged at her shoulder, insisting that she walk along with him as his legs carried him home.