Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

She questioned if he had much to be angry about--contemplative, he studied her.

Something shrouded over her own countenance, but he couldn't say what. A memory, perhaps. Her own past. 

Jakoul and I were not together in that sense, he offered--though her question was open enough that it didn't truly answer her.

I'm sure we all have something to be angry about, he murmured, eyes turning down before he chewed quietly on a bite of the fish. I have a dead wife, four children somewhere in this world hating life, and a blind one here, also hating life.

He paused. Unrequited love. The inability to find trust in so many, as it had been shattered countless times.

I'm also recently divorced, I suppose. But given everything that happened... it's come as more of a relief. His words cooler now, another bite of fish, his eyes now drifting upward to her.