Boartusk Heights the goodbye is the hardest part

He could empathize with what they said as well, the newfound feeling of freedom making them happier than they'd been previously. Being able to enjoy more of those little moments without as much... Scrutiny. Even if, on his end, it was a huge life change brought on by a great tragedy. Seems like we have something in common then. The umber man hummed. It's sad. But I can't deny... How happy I am to be free too.

And that was where he'd leave it, vague. That was all there was to it, as far as he was concerned. As the strangers eyes studied his own, he held the gaze.

But anyways. My name's Knox. No need to throw in the surnames, how much weight did it even hold out here? If only he knew.

What do you call yourself?