To Jono's credit, he only flinched a little. And then he squared his shoulders and made a grab at that sphere she was playing with. It was distracting, damn it.

Things change, he noted, simply. You... you do people a world of good, someday.

But there was that nagging, in the back of his mind. He would run away, if he'd been given the option. What good did he do anyone, anywhere? He was a champion when it came to wallowing, he'd never grow up to be anything of any note. And home...

There wasn't a hell of a lot about home that was even remotely worth going back to.