Shaxx is silent as he mulls that over. Has it brought him peace, as such? What would peace even feel like. "I don't know," he answers honestly. "Perhaps it will. I don't know what that would feel like."

He swirls the beer in the bottle contemplatively. "But it feels like I can talk about it, now, when I couldn't before." Perhaps that makes him a coward, that he was so unable to face Fel's death while the man was undeniably dead. "Maybe silence is a habit more easily broken when it isn't protecting anything. He can write his own legend now."

Instead of it just being about whatever Shaxx says, one more thing eclipsed by fucking Twilight Gap.