Moonsong Glacier i'll just cut my losses

that's awful nice of you, much too nice for him. too nice to him. he did not deserve this, this graciousness that came in the form of such a polite, pretty girl.
he instinctively draws himself back. i've gotta, um... i'm gonna go to redhawk caldera. brecheliant. see if anyone i used to know is still there. i used to live there when i was a kid. the hard set of his face softens at thee thought, at the hope. but i'll come back to visit you, yeah? because she certainly did not want him to live here, not with his — himself. not with the laundry list of baggage that came with his mere presence.
i never got your name. or do i just call you, like, pretty moon-girl? even he could not tell whether or not he was flirting with her.