Moonspear give me something

She was patient, and even he knew her patience was a fickle thing, fraying at the edges. Whatever investment she had placed with him, whatever hopes, were at their limit. Her questions were pointed - and try as he might, he would do his best to answer. It was difficult to think back to those moments when he'd arrived at the edge of Moonspear - it was so long ago, and he had been in terrible condition.

I went... To find my own way. Revui said. It was what Kukutux had told him to do. He would not place the blame on her, if there was any. It had been his decision. He could take the brunt of Hydra's malice if that is what his words brought out of her. It was his own doing, after all. I crossed the mountains. On the other side was a valley, the Bearclaw, and I lived among the people there. He thought of Merrick and found himself softening somewhat, missing his friend; but Ikkalrok's face pulled to the forefront of his memory and he felt a familiar selfish ire spark to life.

It was home, but I did not feel... Wanted, there. I left. I... Cannot tell you more than that. He looked so pitiful, so sad. I remember the sea, or... I think I do, but that is all.