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The dark wolf watched the emotion change in his mother's friend's face, and as he watched this, he remained still as a rock or a fallen tree trunk, or some inanimate object that seemed to transcend time. This he had expected, when he had been told to return to his place of birth, the place he drew his first breaths. In foreign places around the world, Bane was a stranger, an unfamiliar face; to people here, he was the ghost of a long-ago past, perhaps the last living link to a thing they most likely had no wish to dwell on. He felt no remorse over forcing people down their own private memory lane. This wasn't his purpose here, that wasn't his path. He listened because it would be rude to turn away.
His mother was dead, his father likely was as well. This was of no consequence to him.
"Regret," he began, and rather than raising his voice to be heard, instead he lowered it, letting it carry on the wind, "will have your soul one day, Miss Sadira." Bane had regrets. Bane had made mistakes. Some had been with people. Some had been personal. "There are things many of us should have done." These things were in the past now, and if there was one thing he knew, it was that they were better left there, chained, buried and forgotten. Left alone for time to ravage, while the living found a way to move on.
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