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

And this was why Huā's presence wasn't all too bad. She didn't despise him like the other two did, and she actually wanted to help him. Wolves like that are few and far between, and they always come and go into his life. How long would she stay? He clenched his teeth and averted his gaze. Why should I care about that?

Thanks, he grumbled, then silence. He wasn't expecting this to go this way. Everyone negated his words, so of course he believed Huā would too. She didn't, so there'd be no fight today. But now what should he do? What should he say? The silence drags along at an uncomfortably slow pace.

Why'd you want to live on an island? A fact he silently judged—and would keep judging— until a reasonable answer was given. Why not live inland? Wouldn't that be easier?