Looks like home, feels like home. Must be home.
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH

Mido seemed fine enough with how his parental situation had been growing up, waving it off and claiming that he was probably better off this way anyway. Nice outlook, right there. Jackson had to say that he felt much the same way. He hadn’t needed his mother. Ravesque had done a damn good job raising him, if Jackson had to say so himself. “Ha, well, that’s good, man.” He was glad the subject hadn’t been as touchy as he initially thought.



The boy idly pushed at a few leaves with the bottom of his staff. His gaze drifted back up to the pale dog before speaking again. “So, did ya have to travel real far to get to good ol’ Anathema, here? See some cool places?” Where was it he said he was from? America? “Can’t really say that I know where “America” is at...” The boy’s geographical knowledge went only as far as a small portion of Nova Scotia and New Brunswick to the north, where he had been born. Maybe he could learn a little bit more about the world from Mido. Finding out a bit more about the world and what could be seen out there intrigued the young man.


YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM
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