Wheeling Gull Isle i hate the air he breathes

The boy, Aquillius Redsand, looks to him with an unreadable expression. Daniil's gaze caught on the scarred eye and his stomach tightened in unconscious response.

Yes, he replied. Heda, she... How to put it into words? Blood rushed to his face.

He was wary of being blindsided by emotion. Unexpectedly and without a clear reason, he would be brought to the brink of tears or to breathless rage. Normally level-headed, these mood swings caused him great distress and fed into a vicious cycle. It was as if his body was revolting against him for the way he had abused it.

Welcomed me, he finished lamely.

He turned to look at the ocean. It was easier this way.

I am Daniil. Are you a soldier as well?