Aye. I know that feeling all to well. [he leans forward on his elbows, pressing his fingers to his lips. His voice is low and uneven as he speaks, though his gaze remains centered on Espio]

My mate killed me and my brother went off for vengeance. [hotheaded idiot. As if Thatch had been worth that much trouble] He died because of it, and my father died because of him.

[he closes his eyes.]

So much potential wasted.