I woke up to someone mercilessly pounding on my chest, seemingly trying to break my ribs. Coughing and spitting out water, I lost consciousness again. The next time I opened my eyes, I was lying on a soft blue fur of an unknown beast in a rather warm and dry cave. A fire crackled cozily in the middle. Sgannar sat against the wall with his eyes closed.
“Do you not wish to see your children again?” he asked evenly, without opening his eyes.
I sat up. “First, you try to jump off a cliff. Then, you want to drown in a river. Do I disgust you that much? Just a day ago, when you were writhing beneath me, it didn’t seem that way. I naively thought that everything was fine now.”
He looked at me searchingly but indifferently.
“What’s wrong, Haagnarath? I’m trying, I’m really trying, Haag. To be
