Mount Apikuni the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket

The more that Illidan listened to Kavik, the more he felt like he didn’t belong. It would have been surprising to him to know that his father had felt the same way at a similar age. Of course, he hadn’t gotten to listen to his father’s stories of childhood, and he hadn’t known very many good things to find him in his time on earth. The hooded boy did not know how many people would want to continue when life was so cruel and so harsh. If it weren’t for the natural need to survive, Illidan likely would have washed himself down the river after finding his father’s body.

Regarding the adult with a sad expression, the child released a sigh that carried the weight of the world. “I don’t think I’ll ever be like you,” he guessed in a quiet voice. While it might have seemed like a growing child who was reaching the point of defiance, it was more of an educated hypothesis. Illidan was nothing like Kavik and his brood; he wasn’t made of the same things.