Moonspear long in tooth and soul

He did not need to see the ghostly smile to know it was there—it was that prideful selection of words, the certainty of where he belonged that told him what he did not see. His gaze stayed to the path ahead and he found a mixed bag of emotions regarding it all.

"I suppose that's true too," he rejoined in good faith; best to betray his wonder and doubt of the concept now before it spilt over. Saved for later, he pondered further. "Though I wonder if it's not the other way around and maybe you're simply stuck with me instead."