Neverwinter Forest you don't wanna be seen rollin' in my bar

they are too different, now.

perhaps they always have been.

but kigipigak's answer does not satisfy kivaluk. instead, it rings like a smarting slap across his face: lacking sorely in the answers that kivaluk, as his son, deserved.

and is that your answer for why you left? because you go where you please? his words twist; biting and ugly. anger. anger was good. anger was fuel. it was keeping him afloat, even if it did little to cease the ringing in his ears.

so, i wasn't good enough to stay for then? it was unfair to put those words in kigipigak's mouth, but it was what kivaluk was taking from them. that he was hearing that kigipigak suffered and abandoned his son because of it. as if i wasn't missing them, too?

his stomach twists; roiling.

don't give me those bullshit false platitudes. he scowls as if he were made of marble and it was etched into his face. she came back. mama did. she remarried. gave birth to my sister ... and then she left. me and my sister. kivaluk's motives for sharing this was purely ill intended; wanting to see kigipak hurt, like kivaluk had hurt.

an eye for an eye, even if he knows it's not right.