Haunted Wood And When We Go Don't Blame Us

Not all humans, Clarence thought vaguely, recalling the one man who opened the crates and let them free. Perhaps they weren't all cruel. But that wasn't important now. 

It was true - others, apart from Memory and Santiago, might never know how Clarence felt. That's what connected him to them so. A feeling of camaraderie and unity. "I think I will always be ashamed of it. But I'm going to do better in the future," he assured with a small smile. That, he was determined to do. 

"I think you'll find somebody. You're a nice man," he told Memory with a smile, pressing his head against the brown wolf's side as they walked along the border. He'd almost forgotten that they were patrolling. "Thank you for not being angry with me."