Blackfeather Woods Never fails, baby

He could not conjure the mental map in his mind. It had been far to long, and the edges of his birthplace had faded. He memorized the landmarks — repeating them again and again in a cacophony of noise within his head. He'd find Vaati. It was enough.

That's fair, he said. He had been gone long enough that his ties could have shifted. Other than blood he was no longer a Melonii. He had given that up the moment he moved to Moonspear.

Like a coward.

It was nice to see you again, he smiled at them, proud of what they had grown into, but sad that he had not been there.

It was really too late for such regrets.