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He was saddened by the disappearance of Keen again. It troubled him deeply to know she'd again quit his company without telling. Perhaps he was the problem. Grezig's kids helped. Helping her hunt and gently spar again kept his mind working as well as the patrols. 
Vercingetorix had left, not that he and Derg were well acquainted. He didn't care much as long as he didn't come back. He almost hoped Vaati would come swinging by only for the tables to be turned. 

He frowned, looking out into the turbulent ocean with the wind and spray smacking his face and salting his coat. He often considered swimming. Swimming far, far away to see what was beyond the blue horizon. 
"Dè as urrainn dhomh a dhèanamh a-nis, Màthair." He whispered into the wind. He felt lost, but not alone. Where could he go? 
He was staying. He'd made his mind about that.
He watched the lone gull, braving the winds to be tossed about in the sky.