Firestone Hot Springs life will be all like what.

i'm not sorry for it, brisbane admits with a casual roll of his shoulders. thinkin' about who i'd been if the witchdoctor hadn't been what he was and left us is ...well i feel like that version of me would be a complete stranger. a kid helping to raise his kid siblings? well, that hadn't particularly been easy, sure; but someone had to be the man of the house and if it wasn't going to be the witchdoctor then it might've well been him — though he wonders how odd it was that the second born harbors that first born syndrome.

as poe tells her story in return, brisbane can't help but notice that it sounds calm and for a moment the blackshark wonders what it was like: growing up and being a kid. not having to deal with a struggling mother and raising his siblings and having to deal with the prejudices of some of the older, purebred wolves in the pack ( i'm looking at you grog, you salty old bastard ); but he can't imagine it and even if brisbane could go back and change things the truth was he knew he wouldn't. he's grateful for all of it. he was put through the fires of the forges as iron and emerged from the flames as steel.

close enough, he assures her with a grin. so, you find your older brothers yet? he inquires, shifting slightly in the pool despite that the water makes him feel buoyant.