Wheeling Gull Isle better place

At first, he was angry at God.

Then he was angry at @Heda and @Dinah.

Without the fermented fruit or the company of anyone aside from precious, precious @Judah, there was nothing to distract Caracal from the terrible pain that caused all this in the first place, when he’d lost some of his children. Now he’d lost everything.

Every moment was anguish, his wife's and daughter’s words continuing to haunt him until his wretched brain internalized and editorialized them.

“Both of you failed our daughter!”

“Fuck you.”

“You failed our daughter!”

“Fuck you.”

“You failed.”

“Fuck you.”

He thought he’d been a good husband and father… but after days of isolation and torment, Caracal doubted. He was unfit for either title.

He deserved Judah least of all, he thought as he gazed down at his fitfully sleeping son. When he woke, Caracal would try to talk him into reuniting with Heda and his siblings.

Then he would go away.