Firefly Glen I've been burning my heart out

"I never met the zealots" he said now, as if guessing what she wanted to ask "yet I heard of them in that land. I heard they sacrificed children if they were born under an 'evil' sign" the ghost of a snarl, his singular eye burning with quiet anger "they were natives of that land."

Lunaria wanted to continue, and he let her. He didn't care what a person believed in, or chose to live by, as long as it was not hurting others in the process. He did not even care what sexuality a being was; as long as it was not forced down his throat. Holland was not the type to be very... romantic. Toward anyone.

"Home" he croaked, flinching at the title "I have no home" he paused, glancing away "this Glen is a house. The place I was born... is no longer in my active thoughts."