[ Reynir knows that feeling, too - of not quite fitting at home, and not fitting anywhere else, too. The closest he had felt to having a place he belongs had been... on the expedition. With his friends. Gods, he misses them.

And then when Pratt mentions how people changed in Hope County, Reynir remembers about the murder-y cult all over again and says, voice sorrowful: ]

I'm sorry about the cult. As suffocating as my village felt sometimes... I would never want something like that to be the thing that stirs it up.

[ He winces in sympathy when Pratt explains that his parents had had to pay and he'd had to pay them back. If they're anything like his own parents, he can just imagine the lectures. So many lectures. ]

Well, for what it's worth, I promise to never to bring it up ever again.

[ He means that, too. ]