Redhawk Caldera bury me with bourbon next to a moonshine still

it was a long time ago. kivaluk says, grateful for the words offered by his father-in-law. a long time ago, yes, but he still held the grudges it had carved into his bones; both resentful of the abandonment but begrudgingly grateful that it made him want to be a family man — so that his children and wife might never know that sort of abandonment.

does it get easier? the fear of missing something? or being a good father? he asks quieter as he falls into step beside eljay, asking him from one man to another.