Ouroboros Spine [m] wildfire women

She seems pleased with his ideas, but there is also a feeling of hesitancy that Inutsuk senses.

The times of his past were not all pleasant. To his mind, at the time, pushing it all away and pretending it never existed seemed like the best route. Though, there is one thing he never truly would accept, as it was trapped in denial: a life can never be forgotten once it is lived, for it remains as a piece of the soul. Memories can be ignored, but will never disappear. 

While it is all much to his dismay, the truth could never be changed, no matter how badly he wished it could. 

Just as the thoughts rolled though, Shikoba asked a question of similar topic. It stung, really; to hear the words aloud. It felt as though he had an obligation to be straightforward. He didn't want to lie, per-say, but it didn't feel like the right time to overwhelm her with his life story. Their next chapter had just begun.. surely this would send all of their joy to ruin.

There never was a culture or name worthy to be remembered. That's that. A bit cold, really, was his response. Perhaps it was justifiable; perhaps it wasn't. Nothing could yet satisfy the urge to walk away and pretend nothing had been said. He'd said it and now, he awaited judgement.