Bitterroot Valley ✢ I can't find one good reason for leavin' here alone

sega watches them go until the trees take them. long moment. then he exhales through his nose, a small shake of his head.

he misunderstand me, he says quietly to angel. think i see him as animal.

his gaze stays on the path they took, steady.

no, sega murmurs. i see good in him. rough good. kind that stand when things burn.

he looks down to her then, softer.

he loud. sharp. but heart there. that why i send him.