Felltree Marsh But the prince of any failing empire knows

the tension, it appears to badlands, seems to ebb; at least a bit. at any rate, he'd spoken the truth and between those words was another, unspoken truth: he had no intention of trespassing. he might not have any memories besides the one at ground zero but there were things he instinctively knew: not to pick fights with packs.

besides there being absolutely no sense in it, he was interested in being reckless.

or, rather, anymore reckless than a man with no memory; a man with no past already had the potential to be.

moss green gaze takes in the stranger again, only confident that they were strangers because there appeared no recognition in the other man's expression or words. this is an absolute that badlands takes comfort in. comfort, because there was no risk of disappointing him.

maybe, just maybe, badlands didn't want to know what kind of man he was before ground zero.

perhaps this was all a blessing in disguise.

he didn't know. he couldn't be certain. about much of anything, really.

yeah, i'm on my own. another absolute truth that he took comfort in.