Mithros. There's an interesting oath. Lyall coughs and raises his eyebrow over his tea at the indignation. "I suspect that life will always be cruel and ironic on its own," he mediates, unwilling to entertain the idea that they've been put here by some sort of being. "And also, surprisingly kind, in ways," he adds gently.
After all, he may be split from his pack -- and he can feel it like a missing limb -- but he's caused that to happen on his own, in London, as well. If he were in Scotland, he'd be adjusting to a new life with another pack, one he'd caused harm to, and without Biffy. Here, as removed from time and place as he might be, over his head, he has stumbled into a home of sorts.
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Date: 2017-07-06 02:32 am (UTC)From:After all, he may be split from his pack -- and he can feel it like a missing limb -- but he's caused that to happen on his own, in London, as well. If he were in Scotland, he'd be adjusting to a new life with another pack, one he'd caused harm to, and without Biffy. Here, as removed from time and place as he might be, over his head, he has stumbled into a home of sorts.