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Kel nodded slowly, finding himself unexpectedly eager to make a good impression here. His lack of confidence certainly wouldn't do him any favors there. For the situation, yes, He said, growing in surety as he spoke. But failure is failure. Sucks even when it's inevitable. Especially then, he thought. There was just something sad about it all, another reminder of the inevitability of life itself. Everything kept moving, always, even when moving meant falling apart and away forever. But there was always someone there to help; someone to stand against it in futility if only for the possibility that their resistance might ease someone's suffering.
He often thought he wanted to always be that person. But right now what he wanted was a little bit of peace. Is there anything I can do for you, Silvertongue? He asked very seriously, simultaneously closing the subject and seeking some kind of connection to her, to Riverclan. Kel had done enough to try and help others outside of Riverclan. Turning his focus inward, to his home, would at least help foster the stability he craved.