Flycatcher Downs And you told me we'd never survive

He was pleased with himself for making the stranger stop their movement. Someone with a functioning mind might have thought "now is the perfect time to go" but he was clearly not that someone. Pleasure quickly escaped into something sourer. The corners of his brows knitted together firmly. Rokig could not say he enjoyed the words that came out of the stranger. The question stung a little too for some reason he couldn't pinpoint. Maybe wounded pride or a sense of loneliness that swallowed him whole. He was not okay. Yet why would he admit to such a thing?

I'm fine. He grumbled half-heartedly. A lie without any cover to it but anyone would likely be a fool to press his answer. Especially when he was feeling so...very much not his former self. Who are you? Not that it mattered really but Rokig found it in his best interest to harbor knowledge off of the stranger before he moved on.

He needed to learn how to be selfish with strangers.