Neverwinter Forest wasting time on climbing hills

Mal, he finally corrected rather spikily.  He calmed down a little as she seemed to verbally back off a bit, but he wasn't going to leap into trusting her.  That was too much of a reach for him as she had just gone and brought back all the memories of what he'd left behind -- and dug down a bit to the crazy beach people, whether she meant to or not.  He was still plenty defensive, though maybe fractionally less likely to bite if she encroached on him physically.

Well that is what's out there.  And not just those psychos.  That's reality.  A brief pause, continuing sourly and more quietly, That nobody wanted to tell any of us about, apparently.  At least Mal had the excuse of being ignored by the lot of them.  He doubted that they cared if he lived or died.  Did they just want their kids to hide at Elysium forever?  Did they not care about their own children?  Probably not.  They were so caught up in dancing around living their own lives that they probably didn't think that far ahead.  But we should know. We're adults.  You know, so they could stay alive and all that.