"Family tradition? Yes I can understand that. You already know who my mother is. Swordplay always was Squallcost's domain." Squall commented at Fire's answer. However the question worried him. He didn't know how to handle the first part so he answered the later first. "I told you two that I was mercenary Fire. And not the kind of the one who took care of your garden and dog.I fought almost everything that you can fight in the kingdom and beyond. Monsters, bandits, weather. I lived by the sword but..." he frowned, putting his ears back. "I wanted to do right things...or so I tought. But recently I realised that the reason for all of this back then was not because it was right or just. I did this to kill my guilt and to feel good. 'Of course Squall, you smack the bandits with that sword of yours. So it's entirely justified that you made your parents worry sick by your running away from home!' " he almost screamed the last sentence in anger at himself. "And now? I have strong hints that crime in Fillydelphia will rise soon. The activities of pirates and smugglers. Some new embargos in Aquilia...And Fillydelphia is a port city. I can see troubles on horizon...and if they come, I will do all I can to stop them. With both wealth and sword." he said, his eyes glittering with determination. But after the moment he sighted. "It must be great, livig without regret..." "Young Master. I got the marshmallows you asked for." "Oh..thanks Branch. Throw them at me. Thanks." unicorn said as he caught the bag with his magic. "Is there anything wlse Young Master?" "Not for now. Just make sure that med team will know how to find us." Squall impaled the marshmallows on two sticks and handled one of them to Fire Walker. Somehow laying there cleared his mind. After a momet of silence, he felt sudden urge to express that. And he did something that he didn't do in ten years....he started singing. "So far away from my home, sweet home Day by day, from land to land I roam Though told by the wind which way to go, Oh, how I long for my home, sweet home. Boaðe ruoktot alot go dan dovtat tuski Boaðe ruoktot alot go dan dovtat vaivui Du ruoktu vuordà du alot Du ruoktu vuordà du alot Fragrant blossoms blooming far away Do my folks see them as I did long ago? Are they still joyful? Are they young at heart? Will I see them again as I did that day? Bearaš, ushbat Ruoktu, muitut Dat ca goassige Vajaldahtc du How far I've come from my childhood home! There will come a time when my troubles are gone, And when I shall not be all alone Till then, I dream of my home, sweet home. Meahcci, čàcit, Albmi, eana: Dat buot vurdet du Dat buot vurdet du.