Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140929032244/@comment-24296957-20151016010930

"I don't have any clue what the investigation is going to be like, Regda. In all honesty, it might not be pretty. But I don't know, it might just be the opposite, or however way I wish to view it. That part I tend not to think about. There is so much I do not know about my family or my clan - if there are others, if I am the only one alive, I just don't know. And to let that cross my mind scares me.

"Even if I did know them at one point, Regda," Amet continued as they walked, "your mob was your family, blood-related or not. And while there was a time where I did know them, now I don't. Your mob is still around, mine is not. This investigation needs to happen, but I need to know how to go about it in the first place. That's why I have this book."

He gazed up into the night sky, the broken moon of Remnant eerily glowing above. And yet, even though he might not have a family, he had his team. They were family enough. The heir had his friends to confide in. Maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to tide him over.