[ Dead Wolfwood was a hero, is all he can hear. He protected so many people, and everyone loved him so much that they might even be willing to pretend you're him, for awhile, if you're unable to find a place for yourself. Because Dead Wolfwood was a good man, and we all want you to be just like he was.

We all wish he was here, instead of you. ]

You know I helped kill him, right?

[ A community. Give him a fucking break. Like he's the kind of person who gets to have a community. ]

That was my job. Keep him on track, and keep him distracted, make him think he had an ally and then pull the rug out from under him at the end. [ This kick doesn't have any strength behind it, and the rock bumbles pathetically off to the side. ] I knew his brother was gonna kill him and I led him there anyway, so don't say a thing to me about where I'd be welcome.