I'm not ready to go to bed. I'm not ready to sleep. I've always been afraid of closing my eyes. I just have memories of the duel and me getting my entire ass kicked. Me, disappointing everyone. Me turning into a monster... but truth be told that doesn't bother me as much. I sit on the bedside. I pull my shirt off.

I feel the scars on my arms. When you're out all alone, there will be bumps. There will be scars. They don't hurt. I stand up. Toothless comes beside me. This house is good. It's stable. I run my hands over it. It feels like... well, like wood. I was going to say home, but I still don't know I have a home.

Sleep made me nervous. I'm usually unshakable but for some reason my hairs stood up straight. I look up at the celling. It looks... like a bunch of wood. I'm not sure how to react. Everything here looks like wood. These don't look like buildings to me. These look like just wood piles. I look at my hands. Have I forgotten what a home is?