This Is Your Captain Speaking

Kai didn't give a damn about the raid, or its outcome. Or the outcome of the next raid, so long as he came out relatively uninjured. All he wanted was for this to all be over with, and for Winterfell to be a name he never heard again, as long as he lived. Never again would he help someone unless he was the one to initiate it - this entire experience, for the lack of a better descriptor, had taught him that even the smallest acts of altruism simply weren't worth it. Hearing Acere's call only reminded him of just how glad he'd be to sever his thin ties with Winterfell. Wrinkling his nose, the oversized man slowly lumbered toward the call. The north was where his family thrived, where he'd always thought he'd spend the most of his days - but now, as he reclined away from the others and paid half-attention to Acere, he was beginning to count down the days until he'd run far away from this place and never look back.