Blackfeather Woods He's the one who left home; I'm the one who stayed

he spoke the words of a man who had lost all hope. cormorant was ill-equipped for such a crisis, but the vain endore was not without sympathy. he knew what it was to suffer.

everyone can be helped. everyone can heal, that much, he believed to be true. even if the only thing to be done was grant a swift death, no one was entirely beyond help. you just have to want it enough to do whatever it takes.

i know a thing or two about that, myself, cormorant admitted, unease settling into his bones as the image of desperate blue eyes came to the forefront of his thoughts. dishonest, to imply that he had healed from it, but cormorant had always been a liar. why don't you tell me what your problem is, and i'll see if i can help you out.