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The man was silent for a moment, mulling her question in his mind.

Arsenio was not certain he could have said what it was about the seaside town that had given him peace. He had been young, and they had been good to him. The Greek had never known the support of others in that same way.

I was only a man there, he answered softly. Nothing more.

The redstone wolf was not certain she would understand, but it was the only adequate answer he could give. The weight of it was too much to speak. Knowing that he was not destined to live a simple life was something that brought him pride. It also made him weary. Arsenio knew that if he could provide for others, for those that mattered to him, the tireless days would be worth the effort.