Neverwinter Forest No one ever told me grief felt like fear

it was confirmed, then, with the man's stammering greeting. cam tried to find some sense of empathy or kindness, but the part of his heart that had yearned for his father had iced over long ago. now he felt only contempt—or was it closer to ambivalence?

no, it was contempt. he was angry with khali for leaving; perhaps if he would have stuck around, he would be home, and elysium would be whole. even if mummy was dead, he'd still have his father. and though that would mean he'd have never found mal and neverwinter forest and his new life. . .he would have escaped so much of the strife of his childhood.

and to make matters worse, it seemed khali wasn't even able to explain the situation, to give cam the ability to walk away from this conversation before he said something he would regret.

he's my father, he explained to mal, emerald eyes flickering coldly between the two. he left the forest around the time my mother died. i haven't seen him since. he then aimed his stare directly at the man, trying to summon something, anything, that could suffice as a response.

where have you been?