Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

She didn't answer as he'd hoped; she mentioned Bartholomew and others, and Tybault wanted to ask what she would do if Bartholomew was gone too, but then she was changing the subject. He had a feeling it was on purpose, so he didn't try to pursue it. He was being an ass again, probably. He was always good at that.
The Gilded Sea, Tybault answered automatically, before he realized it wouldn't mean anything to her. After the first few weeks of travel, people had gradually stopped recognizing the name. Now no one ever did. It's pretty far from here. Maybe two months of travel, He'd been gone for four, but he'd been searching, too. It's a pretty shitty place, to be honest. Barely any trees. Nothing but tall golden grass everywhere, and wildfires every summer. We never get any snow.
Oh, and our parents lied to us about the world. About everything. But it's okay, we chased them off. Ha. He'd leave that part out. Suddenly he wished very much that he had killed them. He was too startled, too invested in the conversation to really feel the fear that thought inspired, but it was there. And then it was gone, and he tried to be only here and now.