As he thought on, he slowly began to realize that he never stepped foot out of Tear. Though he once lived on a farm a good span away from the city, he never left the country to see what new wonders were waiting for him to observe. It wasn't that he was afraid of these other places, but he knew nothing else aside from Tear. It was home, and it had everything he could possibly ever want. Constant case studies, an abundance of chances to make a complete fool of himself and prank some unsuspecting passerby; not to mention the view. Yes, this included the ocean and the Stone, but what particularly got the young man's attention was all the prim and proper women that passed beneath his nose, intermingled with the flowers that just wanted to have a good time. Sarek found himself for hours on end just watching them, wishing he could introduce himself.

This subject of course brought on a thought that only ruffled the green eyed bachelor's feathers even more. Never had he experienced real love. One would think this to be a mushy subject, something most people would be glad they had no claim upon. However, though Sarek had bedded a few maidens, most of them were either paid or had a false sense of who he was, as most of the time he told outlandish lies of his identity. Then, the next morning he would sneak out of bed and hopefully not wake her while she slept. Many times, this didn't work as he'd hoped, and usually got either an earful, or a crack across the noggin. Sometimes, both. This isn't to say that he'd had a lot of women under his belt, more or less that he'd had almost no luck whatsoever.

Speaking of luck, Sarek couldn't even fathom the last time something had actually gone the way he'd wanted it to. One would think it a disaster, hiring on an assassin that had a hard time keeping his balance. Whether it was walking down a simple street or hopping from roof to roof, the boy was clumsy. One time in particular, he could remember running along one particular roof (one he had constantly avoided since) and wedging a throwing knife with a long piece of rope tied to the other end into what he thought to be a sturdy stud in the building's foundation. As he repelled down the three story building, about a fifth of the way down the wood buckled under the weight, and Sarek hurtled to the ground below. Luckily for him, it had rained just a couple hours prior, and the mud was quite soft. He came out of it with no injuries, although he retained a bruised ego and a very dirty outfit.

And as always, the thought of that fateful night hung in his mind, ready to bash away anything he'd been pondering prior to that particular moment. As his eyes glazed over, Sarek relived his parents being dragged away by the Whitecloaks. He could remember that moment vividly, as if it had happened the day before, even though in truth it was an approximate 20 year difference. Sarek, his mother and father, and his younger brother that he remembered almost nothing about were at the table, eating their usual dinner when the door burst open. What happened afterwards was a bit of a blur, but he remembered yelling out to his father as the man repeatedly called back for Sarek and his brother to run. And run, they did. But, as the years went on, Sarek never had the opportunity to look up to someone like that since. Instead, he was passed on from one irresponsible adult to another.

As he thought longer on this, something stuck in his mind, something he'd been trying so hard to keep buried. This was what haunted him more times than he wished. His brother. Sarek wished above all else that things would've been different. Though he blocked most of the details out, the one image of his brother's twisted and tormented face remained within his mind. Sarek closed his eyes, squeezing out a tear as he imagined that face. His brother, surely meant to die as he was dragged into the darkness by a rouge wolf was all that he could remember, aside from that face. Sarek swallowed hard. He hated delving into his thoughts.

Shaking off as much of that image as he could, he stood from his crouched position on the roof, and ran towards the adjacent one. He didn't care where he went, just as long as his thoughts didn't join him.