Cassiopeia's View Are you sick of all the tags yet?

He softened, knowing he'd gotten himself riled up by remembering himself into Maxim's position. -I'm sorry, Towhee. I can't help but think of how I felt when Niamh... I just think we need to give it a little bit more time. I'll follow you—I always will—but I can't help feeling like we need to give him some way to find us. If there's even the smallest chance he's out there, he deserves to know his kids. We won't stay, but there's got to be a way to let him know where we went.-