Totoka River Try to convince ourselves.

It felt strange to be here, talking to an ex-Dragedan as he himself was an ex-Rusalkan, although for the most part the fact he had abandoned the coastal pack had not set in yet. He faced this conversation as if he still represented Caiaphas's brood and their interests, but the more the pair spoke of the oceanside pack, the less attached Firefly felt. Maybe he was putting up a mental block; whatever. The comment about Caiaphas wanting to kill him caught in his ears though, worked its way deeper in to Firefly, as he felt it as keenly as the boy. They were both family to the crone. One was blood, the other was --- something else, he had no words for what he himself could be, except almost family --- but both had no place there upon the sand.

She doesn't want me. The boy said; Firefly listened for more - emotion, words, something deeper than this admittance, expecting sadness or something to spring forth. There was quiet, stillness, instead. He is reminded in that moment of Illidan's depressive episodes and wonders, will they want me back? But he knows the answer to that thought. Firefly is just as much a traitor to Rusalka as this kid. They were two peas in a pod.

Then don't go to them, he says with a roll of his shoulders. They gave up on you - they were in Drageda to fight for the freedom of one of their wolves, not to get you back. If she wanted you she'd have returned, and she didn't. So don't give them the satisfaction of showing up to the slaughter. It wasn't the best of advices; it was probably flavored by his own emotion, as the understanding of his own erroneous flight from the beach finally settled in his mind. I'm just as doomed as you are, he added with a grim little laugh.