...There was a little while, early on, that I was Cazador's only spawn. My 'older siblings' had been killed in the city. Probably by Jaheira, he's since learned. Then others appeared, and I should have been relieved that there were bodies other than mine to bear the burden of his...appetites. Instead, I was jealous. Possessive of my torturer. How fortunate that I remained his 'favourite'.
A drop of bitter amusement.
What I'm trying to say is that what maintains or taints a sense of 'home' isn't always...rational.
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A home is like that.
...There was a little while, early on, that I was Cazador's only spawn. My 'older siblings' had been killed in the city. Probably by Jaheira, he's since learned. Then others appeared, and I should have been relieved that there were bodies other than mine to bear the burden of his...appetites. Instead, I was jealous. Possessive of my torturer. How fortunate that I remained his 'favourite'.
A drop of bitter amusement.
What I'm trying to say is that what maintains or taints a sense of 'home' isn't always...rational.