Neverwinter Forest The man who's a dreamer and never takes leave

Mal was right.  Maybe with the witches abandoned by every child of their year, they'd realized they'd done wrong.  Or not, that was probably giving them far too much credit, as they'd much rather stick their head in the sand and pretend nothing had happened.  Either way, regardless of how smug that made him feel, he had an attitude more befitting a steel wall.  He was tired of bending to the wills of others, of watching them do nothing.  And now we're all gone.  Some more than others.  Both his sisters were missing, and whether they would ever return looked grimmer as the days passed on.  He was alone out here -- though he didn't realize just how alone he actually was, that to top off his MIA sisters, both his parents weren't just elsewhere, but actually dead.

Maybe it was the fact that Okeanos had said that Mal and his siblings were the ones wronged by the pack that made it so he wasn't just telling the other yearling to piss right off.  But that didn't mean that Mal was ready to drop all his bad memories and suddenly be friends -- the emotional callouses were far too thick to let him just forget. They couldn't keep Brillo safe either. She's missing -- wasn't where I told her to meet me if something happened.  Not a sign.  They weren't children any more, so her being gone felt more permanent in some way, that maybe she had chosen to make herself scarce, or that she was just plain dead.  He would rather believe the former than know the latter.  It was just the fact that he was planning to go back to retrieve her at long last that was the thing that hurt the most.  Like somehow he'd missed a deadline by hours that he hadn't known existed.