Firefly Glen like a soft melody

Though he struggled to articulate it, he could take her sympathies for what they were worth. A soft hum to agree, and maybe thank her back too. He didn't say, but.. his ears remained tilted back. It was too bad she had missed out on that type of bond with her family, Antares thought, however recognized it was likely easier in the long run thanks to it. Keyni seemed perfectly whole without such. We were close.. in a very unique way. Oddly symbiotic, I think. It's felt like losing a limb, or worse. Whatever that was that still spared some type of survival. That's what he felt like some days. His hunting comrades, fellow sentries on their borders, sparring partners--even just another warm, hale body to curl up by and ruminate about the day with on the cold nights. Gone.

Anyway, moving on, he let the weight of her words settle properly, and consider them in full. It put into shape what he wanted his heart to believe. It was his future, and his choice to make if he was going to pull himself up into whatever fate threw at him. Antares wondered if he could find his footing in such turbulent seas of life. That was the part he struggled with now, but would time help ease such wounds? It.. makes sense. he said quietly. If anyone was going to have to manage and figure it out, it would have to be him. Thanks. he said after a long pause.