Neverwinter Forest blowin’ off my mom, i don’t wanna go home

sorry for the wait! last from me

He's my kid. He doesn't hear much else after those words. It's a spotty little thing, oddly reminiscent of Mal now that he has a chance to get a better look at it. Or maybe it's not so odd. He remembers his own encounter with Mal, the heat-scent, and bile rises up his throat. His gaze hardens, and he looks to the leader without really seeing or hearing him, cold fire burning in his eyes. Just keep it away from me, And then he's moving, pressing past all of them without a second thought and passing the borders. He might have beckoned for Kratos to follow him, if he wasn't so focused on getting away. As the distance increases, Maman's scream echoes from somewhere in the forest behind him, and he shudders. It's worse, somehow, knowing she's really here.