You mean about the icicle, or just not understanding why you are the way you are? [It's barely a joke - he knows what Rean means, but it's uncomfortable and he has nowhere to run without lashing out. It's tempting.

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It's odd, that for as long as he has been here, this is only the second person who actually has asked him about home. Pathetic on his part, perhaps.]

Water's not safe where I'm from. Most of it, anyway. It either eats away at everything or molds it into something unrecognizable.

Getting caught out in a storm is a really quick way for anyone to get killed.