Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm not actually sure what a movie is anymore

Seemed the two had reached an impasse. The boy was too stubborn to answer anything that Rosencrantz asked, no matter how simple; and Rosencrantz himself was too resolute to let a child get the better of him, to bow to the whim of a whelp who barely just weaned off of the milk of his mother's tit. 

If not the quakes then something else - the boy continued on. It was evident the boy had not seen the damage a fire could do to living flesh, the scars it left, the void it created in his face as it melted his eye with the sheer heat of it against his profile. How it took beauty away in a matter of seconds and no amount of healing would bring it back. The boy was too young, too inexperienced to ever guess and would never come to a conclusion without someone telling him... 

And that is why he withheld his answer to the pirate child. 

The boy began on a different conversation, prattling on about some kind of animal that Rosencrantz had seen before. On Wheeling Gull Isle. The fat creatures parked their carcasses on their beach - territorial as he remembered clashing with one on the beach. It took more than himself to take down the beast for sure, but he was more aware of their power than this whelp ever would.

And with that knowledge, the boy held no power over his intrigue. Instead, as the boy was talking complete drivel, Rose was already on the move. Turning his back on the boy to continue on his patrol and leave the boy to talk to himself.