Heron Lake Plateau nervous messed up marionette floating 'round on a prison ship

the hinterlands.
his ears ring with the sound of unspoken familiarity. he swallows dryly, nodding in agreement with the man. i'm fond of this here lake. good place to sit and think, y'know? maybe it'll make a good home.
a home in which no one but him would live. his heart burns.
to be honest with you, man, boone's ears flatten as his brows knit together in a display of something like shame. he lets out a sharp sigh as his head shakes, slow and smooth as molasses. i, um, i'onno. i just kinda... woke up one day and started walkin', and now i'm here. i feel like i've been out here before, but that's-- that's crazy, right?