The Sentinels there's a black crow sitting across from me

No, her optimism was not entirely appreciated by the straight-forward Mayfair-Cairn. He could not see how hope for the forest would matter if it was something he would never get to witness. If it grew back and flourished after he had gone, he would have never known. That was a rational thought, and though it was not one that was filled with the same optimistic approach as the sentiment shared by Dalia, it made sense to the great swarthy titan.

“I do,” he agreed with her with a ghostly smile on his dark lips.

Ford would always have the ocean. He knew that just as well as anything. Even if the bay was destroyed by some act of the great spirits who guarded it, he knew that he would have been able to find a home beside the sea anywhere else. Though he had a strong affinity for the bay that his father had claimed before him, it would not destroy him to see it gone.

“As do you, now.”