Stavanger Bay do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

what family?

illidan flinched at the sound of that. his heart sank into his stomach and he turned his gaze away from his friend in hopes that he could steady himself before losing his cool. he did not want to fight firefly. he did not want to add to the feelings of resentment that seemed to have festered beneath the man's dark coat. grief weighed heavily on illidan's heart and soul. he did not understand how things had turned so sour. he did not understand how the man had turned his back on everything that had been offered to him.

“rusalka,” illidan reaffirmed in a quiet voice. he still could not look at the scarred man. firefly seemed like a stranger to the ghost; this was someone that he did not recognize. “when we met on the beach for the first time, i'd told you that you would have a family in the pack and that we would support you no matter what... or did you forget that?” his lip curled as he spoke; the hair along his neck and shoulders rose into jagged spikes.

“your children will never know what it means to have a father.” in that moment – admitting those words – illidan felt the weight of them against his soul. would they turn out like him? would they carry that weight around inside of them forever? something seized inside of him, and he battled the tears that were working their way to his eyes. “this place? it has offered you something better?” illidan asked, gesturing to the bay.