Wheeling Gull Isle I've been watching him for my entire life

Aquillius. Came his sharp wheeze of his own name. The syllables took every ounce of strength that he had, so he left off the last name.

Perhaps, once he was more cognizant, he’d remember to tell it. Or, perhaps, he would need to earn it again. A Redsand, like his father, would have never been beaten by a fucking cat.

He pushed the thought out of his mind.

No need to think of it now. No need at all.