“Yes.” He said. “Well, I did. I...I wasn’t born into a good spot. My family was part of a group that, while started with good intentions, had devolved into something heinous. Once myself and my wife had our son, we decided that we wanted nothing to do with them. So, we decided to run, and never look back. However, someone must have found out and told the leaders, since...” He trailed off, then took a deep breath. “On our way out, we were ambushed by them. They...they killed my wife when trying to stop us. Arrow straight to the neck. I think they were trying to make sure we couldn’t spread any secrets. No loose ends, you know? Anyways, after that, my son and I ran as fast as we could through the fray. When I got out the other side, my son was nowhere to be found. I looked all over, even going back to the sight of the ambush, where they still had some warriors, but nothing.”
He stays silent for a while.
“That was the last time I ever saw him. ...He was seven.” He sighs. “...that was about twenty years ago.”