sometimes quiet is violent

Avella confirmed that she did, and Clouse's eyes drifted back out to sea as he found neither resonance nor dissonance within himself at the answer. She used the word 'opportunities' and he hoped dearly that she was right, as well as admired the subtle confidence in her voice. Clouse had never been sure of anything in his life outside of the decision to leave the Dell, and even then...

The question was turned back onto him and his muted eyes glanced at her beige-framed face before casting toward the horizon once more. It took a couple seconds for him to find words sufficient to answer her with.

"I don't really know," was the final confession, the youth's brows furrowing slightly as he spoke.

"Feels like we're still on that thing that brought us here, in a way. Like we're stuck in... limbo, I guess?"

His dark paws kicked idly at the sand a moment before he finally held his gaze firmly upon his cousin.

"I mean, what're you looking for, Avella? Like, what's the end goal?" What was the point?