Fox's Glade My silent lips

Marten, his remaining child. For him, he had to do right—for himself, too, he had to change. He could not continue down the path he was currently on, a path destined for the repetition of self-destruction. He had to fix himself, he had to find his son, and he had to fix everything else. Everything that there was, everything that he had ever brought ruin to.

Laurel—

Laurel. He looked to her sister, troubled but willing. “Okay,” he said, voice hardly above a whisper. Okay. Find Marten. Makes things right with Marten. Find Laurel and—and… and… what? He wanted to ask her, to find out what he was supposed to do, to fix everything—but it wasn’t her job to tell him, was it? It wasn’t her responsibility to guide him, not for this. This was something he would have to do on his own, and so he nodded partially to himself, continuing the rest of their time with a suffocating silence as that dawned on him.