Hasn't it always been this way? Being left to the outside; pushed to the brink of sanity? Could it have been different? The world didn't think so. This is all he could muster, after all. Roll with the punches. How could he not? It wasn't like there was much if a choice.
"You did WHAT?!" Deathbringer exclaimed. He wore a face of sadness, seemingly unable to comprehend what was just explained to him.
"Yeah... It was as simple as that, really. I guess it was the way to go out. On my own terms-"
"-your own terms... I don't think this is your choice, by any means."
"Alright. Fine. So being banished from the Sky Kingdom isn't necessarily my decision, but I did what I had to do."
"Always was your mantra, Nerosso." Deathbringer shook his head and sat on his back legs. He shifted himself to look at Nerosso sideways. "I mean, at least you had somewhere to go back to. Well, until you screwed it up for yourself. And what does the wife think? Can't imagine that conversation going well."
Nerosso glanced at Deathbringer and shrugged his wings, "it's on my list. And she's not my wife."
Deathbringer rolled his eyes and sighed. Nerosso knew it would hurt Cascada, even though it couldn't really impact her. Being a Rainwing and all, Cascada didn't really travel outside of the Rainforest much. A party or other get-together here, an art exhibit there. He also knew it was one of those things he wished would change. Always in secrecy. Never to travel to the other kingdoms. He wanted to take her to all the beautiful places that he got to see throughout Pyrrhia, but she refused adamantly citing dangerous dragons. More dangerous than Nerosso? Unlikely.
"I can only imagine how big your list is now. What did you do exactly?"
Nerosso was shocked Deathbringer hadn't already figured it out on his own. Was his friend preoccupied with something... or someone? He didn't seem like he was entirely engaged in the conversation. More like he was just asking questions to avoid something. Where was his mind? Deathbringer couldn't even look away from the distant horizon when asked that question. He never really kept anything from Nerosso, so he would just have to push a bit.
"Nevermind that. Who is it?" he knew that Deathbringer was an excellent assassin like himself, but when he got like this, it was usually a troubling assignment in one way or another.
"Of course you know the Dragonettes of Destiny-"
"-the Dragonettes are coming-" Nerosso started singing.
"-Yeah, yeah. To save the day and all of that. They're my... target. But there's this one, a Rainwing."
"Always is."
"She's just something out of this continent. I can't even begin to explain her to you."
"Try." Nerosso encouraged. So began a half-hour of oogling over this mysterious Rainwing, Glory. He couldn't even get a word in. Deathbringer kept on going and going. Nerosso thought that his friend would pass out from not taking breaths in between his sentences, yet, he pushed on.
Nerosso tried to be interested. He really did. He kept nodding and acknowledging Deathbringer whenever the one-sided conversation called for it. All he could really think about was how he finally got banned from the Sky Kingdom. After everything he did over the past four years against Queen Scarlet, this finally pushed her to do the once unthinkable. His one tribe had no home; starving and choking on ash. The other, he could now never return.