Noctisardor Bypass I own that technology now.

Vhat is your problem? Anselm pressed of the den-mother, having waited until @Heda surfaced from the den for one of her nightly rounds to the cache. He'd sat there for some time trying to formulate his thoughts, trying to piece together the buckshot tapestry of his unraveled life.

He didn't understand, for one, why she would push them all away. And he was just bullish enough to want his hurt seen and addressed -- if not for an apology, at least to be heard; Heda could have saved him a world of heartache if she'd never asked him and Etienne to stay anyway.

There was another question that hung on his tongue unanswered, waiting for that delicate moment to take flight into the waking world -- but for now, he held it close, his nostrils flaring as he waited for the hard bite of her gaze and the clipped tone in her voice.