"What were you boys talking about?" Briar asks from next to Alistair, grinning, completely unaware of our potentially life-changing conversation. "Memories." I say simply. Not a lie. Not the truth. There were roads of freedom in front of us. Roads where the reputation of the infamous Hollow Boys did not follow. A place where the distant echoes of our tortured past don’t reach. We'll forever be the bastard sons of Ponderosa Springs, but we know now, that isn't all we are. We are more than rage, sin, lineage, and silence.
