Redsand Canyon They came to see you spit your game

Not really, he said dismissively. He hadn't brought it up because he wanted to discuss the details of his past or the way he felt about it; he kept that shit locked up tightly somewhere deep inside. Sometimes it would all catch up to him, and all the feelings would hit him at once with far more intensity than he could ever anticipate, like it all was just building up until it exploded. Those were not good times for the beast, but right now, he couldn't sense any fractures in his control. He was someone who was important to me, but we're not together anymore. That was all he would offer before he changed the subject. 

Midar shifted over to lay on his side, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. How did you find yourself as the Overseer? he asked, his gaze never leaving the other man's face. You know, aside from the former one's death, he added with a low chuckle; he had found the whole thing peculiar and amusing, but had not cared enough about the politics to really look more into the situation.