Emberwood The devil in disguise had a poker face

Katmai found that he liked the sound of Eric's voice. The cadence of it felt almost like a song, though not a kind that he was very familiar with. The words, too, were meaningful like lyrics often were.

The past was in the past for a reason.

"Do you ever wish you didn't?" Katmai asked, though he knew he should not be demanding such answers from a stranger. He wasn't a kid anymore, and it wasn't anyone's job but his own to make him feel better or assuage his worries. Still, he could not help but give in to the urge to seek wisdom and comfort from someone with more experience.