Wark, stop it. I'm almost shedding tears. I don't want to see this backstory. But I do at the same time. :'(
Four Years Ago
Maw was tired. Tired of stealing for some stranger. Tired of hiding. He was done. Fano was a year old now and he was crawling around and taking stumbling steps. Maw had missed his first steps. He missed the boy's first word, mama. He had missed too much. He was done. The boy didn't see his father often. Maw was always either being forced to steal or, when he wasn't, to work to provide enough for his small family. Syli was pregnant with their second child. He barely had enough time to manage enough work to provide for three. How he would for four was above him.
Maw was done. Finally, he found Nahn and told him he was done. "Whatever you have on me, it isn't worth it. I'm done," Maw began to walk away. "Are you sure?" Nahn asked. "I'm sure," Maw said resolutely. He turned and left.
When Maw arrived at his home that night, he found his wife weeping by the hearth. She pointed in the small kitchen. Maw walked in there, expecting the worst. It was worse than that. Fanno was lying on the table, surrounded in blood. A note stuck to the table with a bloody knife read, "You're not done.". Maw broke down and wept, sinking onto the floor.