Amari walked along with Ned, thinking of a few matters. Several things had been bugging him ever since he came into this world. Too much had been going on for him to ponder in peace, but now was an appropriate time.
Some were the more obvious ones. Where was he dad? How had Lamart killed Reida? How would he be able to resurrect all of his family? Who or what was that being that sent him here.
Others were more abstract, and the largest one was his identity.
'Am I still Amari Burrows? Am I Raion'shalang? Who exactly was Amari, who exactly is Raion?'
He tried to put those thoughts off for as long as possible but they always ended up creeping back into his head.
The answer wasn't going to come just now so he diverted his attention to the silent chestnut-haired mercenary that moved beside him silently.
