Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

He did not want to admit to himself that she was right. As she spoke and the words seeped in to him, as he absorbed and ruminated, he knew she was imparting some great knowledge to him. It was not so simple for him to live for himself — it felt as though he had been doing just that for a long time; surviving among the Nightwalkers, then to become a lone wolf at the foot of this great mountain, going where he wished yet always called back to serve his family. Kukutux was telling him to forgo the familial connections and make his own way, and yet that was precisely what (he thought) landed him in his current position; trying to become his own man with the shadow of Moonspear hanging over him, the oppressive love of Hydra, the yoke of his parent's memories collared about his throat.

How -- he erupts, but scissors his mouth shut with a defiant click; as if to speak of this was somehow wrong. The mountain had many ears and eyes upon it, and Revui was well conditioned not to speak ill of his family where they might label it treason. Having lived for so long as a tool for his Queen-sister, the leviathan could not fathom being apart from the mountain even if it were in his best interest. He muses after a pause to gather his thoughts, If I do that, I may never return.

Ostregas do not take abandonment lightly.