"I can only imagine my father is passed out, drunk off his heels," Jace said, staring off into space. At least the small water supply the settlement had wasn't wasted on his deadbeat father. "I know everyone in town is waiting for me to turn out to he his spitting image. A drunken fool who does nothing bit wallow in his own piss and filth." He fell silent before looking at Basil. "Can you be honest with me? Do you think...have you ever thought that I would turn into my father?" He averted his gaze. "One of the reasons I volunteered for this mission was so people would look at me differently. I want people to look at me with respect instead of the town's troublemaker who is on the brink of raiding the place."