Blacktail Deer Plateau now I know the boy gettin' restless

Personal.

And yet he felt it because of the community, because of Ingram. That made it far less personal. He almost wished for community in this!

He stared upon the bones with a heavy curiosity — and although he feels a thrum of adrenaline with them, it is nothing compared to the man next to him. There were no visions or words lodging free from his lips in a trance.

He felt hollow. A husk meant to fill himself with what was around him and become something that way.

His teeth clicked against the end of his tongue.

I cannot hear them. He confessed with a small thread of shame. It may be personal, but it was you who led me here. It is Basilica who will judge me on my path. He looked near forlorn towards the Dreadfather.

If I am not yet Wocha, then tell me what I am.

A plea more than a demand.