The Heartwood i've loved everything about you that hurt

Mal is a potato

Apparently it was the guy he remembered.  Mal wasn't exactly sure what to think about it.  He was yet another person who'd left.  People were very good at leaving him.  Leaving him with the witches and a father who about then who had given up.  Mal seemed pretty suspicious.  Or was, until the guy opened his mouth.  Mal made a face.  You know, that kind of face when someone does something pretty disgusting. He was  duck, huh?  Or whoever the hell the other names were.  Seriously, his name wasn't that hard, was it?

Mal, was his terse correction.  The two technically correct names were ones he preferred to abandon to the past.  Hunting?  I live near here.  Pause, So you're alive I guess?  Unless this was going to turn into the last meeting he had with his mother (assuming he hadn't had some kind of fever dream or something, it still seemed pretty weird).