Greatwater Lake It's time you stop thinkin' and wasting the day

There were many monsters lurking in the world.  As this guy turned to leave, Mal again was pretty sure that he'd just avoided some trick.  The world was not a nice place.  It was not a fair place.  It was certainly not an easy place.  And this guy just didn't make sense.  Since Leen had broached the subject randomly, wasn't he begging in a sense?  It seemed so foolish.  There were no questions, just an offer that probably shouldn't have been made to a stranger.  Had to be a trap.  Whatever, he'd just keep an eye out for wherever this pack was.  He wasn't keen on neighbors.

But what am I?  As if you'd know from just this, was his only remark.  Cursed, probably.  And some would say a monster.  Whatever reality was, who freakin' knew, but he was no angel, and he was certainly on his own.  There were monsters worse than him out there.  Leen probably was one of them -- not that Mal would likely ever find out for sure.