Cocomero didn't want to come back to The Thunderlands, the shame in his gut thick and heavy. The capture had done a toll on him, tipped his world upside down. For as much as he knew, he had been abandoned, left to rot in the Ruins until they let him go, because nobody had ever once told him otherwise. And the things told to him by Cherrywine about Deathstroke... It made his teeth grit and his stomach roil. He didn't know who to believe or trust. Deathstroke was his father, he loved him, but the things the Ruiners said...
Well, he had told Lilith he was going to The Exiles, and he had done just that... Only to be turned away due to the new joining rules set in place. So he had wandered and wandered and now he was in the Flights. They had taken him in, and though it didn't feel like home, not quite yet, he couldn't... He couldn't return. He had betrayed his family. They wouldn't want him anymore, and he couldn't blame them, but... He had to let them know, so he had gotten help with writing a note.
Held down against any sort of wind by a small rock, a piece of paper lays on the border, the scent of Volary Flights coating it.
hI im in the flights. im sory to my famely. yOu can come elook for me but im not comin back. m sorry
coh coccjo cocomero