Wheeling Gull Isle if i don’t go to hell when i die i might go to heaven

The boy sits and begins to answer, but his reply is not what she'd hoped it would be. The stink was inevitable- only the deepest confines of the forest would be the escape from that. She supposed she hadn't seen it as an issue, but that was probably because of how accustomed to it she'd become. She scolded herself mentally for lacking the empathy to consider problems like these. 

But the other issue. That was avoidable, wasn't it? She knew her relatives could be collectively a pain in the ass- reclusive xenophobes here, toughened rambunctious people there. But who had been rude to their newcomer? Sure, Huā had paranoid thoughts of her own- distrusted foreigners more than she did her family, of course.

But the fiery boy without a leg, the humble girl washed up on the beach- she harbored these people for a reason. They needed a home, and yet her relatives had not been hospitable. Yes, Orochi was a hothead- but was that a good reason to be a 'shithead' to him? Orochi, I really sorry my relative mean. Which people treat you like that?