Wheeling Gull Isle they are two alone

They were about to lose everything again. Somehow. The plague of misfortune followed them everywhere and try and they might, escape from that was impossible. They would have to try something new, Mou reasoned.

His thoughts were on the Redhawks and the dangers they posed, too. Maegi's question left him shaking his head; had he ever told her the truth about his scars...? Together for so long now, he must have said something when the memories returned.

I don't know. I can't imagine it. He could imagine many things with that overactive mind, but not this. All he saw in his mind when he thought of the Redhawks was death, pain, agony...

And now as Mou looked at the children, he worried they would inherit the same fate. Wouldn't they be better off with their father? As a Redhawk they would inevitably hate him like they all did - but they would be safe, alive, maybe even loved.

What if... I tell him. What if he takes the children to safety? They won't go hungry then.