Redsand Canyon and wouldn't it be nice if i could sleep in my own bed

he had done this before. he had stood before germanicus and thought he would be strong, that he would have bold words to say. grand things to do.

now he felt defeated. deflated. an arrow into his heart with the departure of his mother.

i'm sorry. blurted suddenly, like a started goat. caught off guard by his own voice and words.

i-i know that she was...important. here.

mother to mereo as much as mother to him it seemed.