Dawnlark Plains i can't forget you, i can't forgive what you did to me

First, a history lesson. He didn't give a shit, nor did he care for the snipe that came. But he knew all too well the instinctual softening of the heart that came with children, even in the most hardened of individuals. At her smile, he couldn't resist a smile. And his heart ached, too, for his own pups, left in the mountains.

Safe. . .but not with him.

The story grew more sinister from there. A bear, an escape, and a family seeking refuge. Easthollow refused to give them shelter. And then the family were irreparably cleaved in two, and Ephraim's splinter had led him to Drageda. To Heda, to Trigeda, to Verx. It had worked out well for Verx, sure. . .but Blackhead had suffered. That much was clear.

I'm sorry, Caiaphas, he said sincerely, once she finished. Can't even figure out the thought process behind turning away a bunch of starving kids. Fucked up. And yeah. . .Ephraim ended up in Drageda. He gave her a bald stare, face grave. Do you forgive him for it? For becoming 'the enemy'?