Neverwinter Forest you and i in place, wasting time on dominoes

cam frowned. he'd been brought up to believe elysium was some sort of paradise, at least before mummy had died. now it seemed he was wrong (unless mal was being incredibly hyperbolic, and he doubted that). maybe nowhere was safe or good. maybe—

no, he blurted as mal had finished speaking, shaking his head emphatically. no, i don't believe that. you've done so many good things. you gave me a home. you saved my life. i probably would have gotten eaten by a bear or ripped apart by another pack if it weren't for you.

and that was just cam. mal had kids, a family. he had wolves that followed him. bad things might have happened, but they bounced back. they had to.

maybe there's bad things everywhere, cam murmured. but there's good things, too. about you, and me, and this place. i dunno what to do about it all—i just try to focus on what's good.

he was a terrible counselor, naive to the horror of the world around him. or no, not even naive. . .ignorant of it all. he blocked it out and focused on the flowers. to take on too much would crush him; mal, unfortunately, didn't have that option.