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Can probably fade here, I think Drago will remain unresponsive now!

I want you to be happy. For once they agreed on something. Dragomir wanted to be happy, too, but given the circumstances, that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon. He had choice words on his tongue for his mother when she returned. She'd promised to do so soon, but when she did, he was going to ask her never to leave him for so long again unless it was absolutely, completely, impossibly necessary. Send someone else on scouting trips. He couldn't handle the continued heartbreak of not being good enough for her to stay. It wasn't a healthy thing to ask, but Dragomir wasn't a healthy kid.

Little did Dragomir know that she would never return for him to make this request.

Okay, was all he had to say in response to his father. From that point on, the boy had nothing more to say. His anger with Vercingetorix was more of a projection of his hurt and self-doubt, and would fade quickly enough when the wound was less raw, but he was exhausted. He dropped his eyes to the place in the bushes where he'd kicked the moonstone, and that was where they would remain until sleep came to claim him some time much later.