His heart was heavy as he turned away from his daughter's retreating form, but he knew that she was right. Mean, perhaps, but right. It was not fair of him to have asked her to go to the Cove alone, nor could he blame her for not believing that he would follow her there after he checked out the Lagoon. He had done a lot of things wrong in his life, but the one that weighed most heavily on him was how deeply he had let down his own children.

Still, Rehoboam forced his pale hooves to find a path through the familiar mud of the Lagoon until he found a raised patch that allowed his feet some respite from the chilly muck. For a long moment, the once-Marauder considered his surroundings in silence, letting the feeling of being back settle around his shoulders like a shawl. Living here beneath Cullen, and Rade and then Tyr had been an experience both wonderful and terrible. He'd made choices he was not proud of, but they were choices that he could not take back and pretending that he hadn't done reprehensible things in the name of this forsaken brotherhood was pointless.

Titania remembered. Shenzi remembered. And he remembered.

The best that he could hope to do now was to try and do more good in this world than he had done bad in the vain hope of causing a net positive change. He had lost sight of this purpose once Tyr had left and Psychedelic had moved in, but rumors of the new Boss had rekindled them. Rehoboam had never met Nahawi, and even the reputation that preceded him was freshly minted and brand new. It didn't carry the stench of past misdeeds the way his own and Tyr's did. Perhaps this was the fresh start the islands could get behind. Perhaps this was the fresh start he could get behind.

Lifting his head, the tobiano son of Solomon called out for Nahawi, and then settled in to see what souls would rise from the muck.

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