Dahozhoni Meadow Don't really care what they would say, I'm asking you to stay

@Soto <3

He still heard the child's cries sometimes. The child; he still could not think of the squirming red thing as his own. A daughter sired by some man whose name Panacea would never know. A daughter he could not bring himself to raise.

So he'd left her there on that island — so many miles away now. Yet still he heard her cries. They kept him sleepless by night, agitated by day. Panacea wasn't sure any amount of distance would silence the sound.

But that didn't mean he couldn't try.

He hurried through the meadow, a thin, ragged creature without a true destination. Only away; away from what he'd left behind. As far away as he could get.