"Nah," Grey replies without even thinking about it. "My folks rest in the cemetery, Aidan's hear. At best maybe one day I'll take Midnight to a sail around the islands if we ever get that dinghy of his to sea fairing order."
This is his home. With all its nasty underlying problems, this is where he grew up and laid his roots at. He'd be lost if he'd loose that anchor.
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This is his home. With all its nasty underlying problems, this is where he grew up and laid his roots at. He'd be lost if he'd loose that anchor.