They were full of anger and had someone to hit. [Keith says as he uses his knife to sharpen the end of the wood spear he's been making for at least fifteen minutes. His tone is resigned.]

Same old story with the same old insults. [It hit home. It hit him straight in the oldest of his issues and left him unwilling to fight about it.] I don't want anyone else experiencing that.

[He lays the half-made weapon and his knife aside. Keith raises his head and sighs. But the sight of Shiro, the Shiro he married stamps relief on his face.] I'm...I'll be alright, Takashi. Some things still sting even years later.