thinking about 16-22 year old kim being pushed out into the adult world entirely on his own for the first time. trying to figure it all out when you have absolutely no one to take care of you, to worry about you. looking at the warmly lit windows of the skyline of revachol west, and all the family units intertwined behind them. all slotted into place.

kim, knowing it's illogical, feeling betrayed by his mum for leaving him. resenting himself for leaving her.

something about. kim likes when things click into place. when they add up. something about how their family had (mediocre) father and (cherished) mother and baby - and his father wasn't around much, and his mother was slaughtered, and kim was left in the wind. all these loose, scattered jigsaw pieces. nothing satisfying about that.