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The islands. They represented a strange and terrible time in his life, that messy blurry foundational thing we call childhood. His own had been lonely, and sometimes he thought that he would never truly get past it, that lonely was all he would ever be. Even among others he felt alone; alone and deprived of what the world had owed him and never paid.

It was a dark stranger who interrupted Panacea's contemplations. He didn't leave the water, but shot a glance over his shoulder to study the man. Hey, His voice sounded hollow to his own ears. He looked back toward the islands. There are islands out there. Blackwater. I was raised by the druids... but then they disappeared.

Sometimes it doesn't seem real, He continued with a little sigh, thinking aloud. Panacea didn't think to introduce himself; if he was honest, he wasn't interested in friendship. It didn't even matter if the stranger responded, or stayed to listen at all. It just felt good to say it out loud, to someone else. It made it feel a little more real.