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New blood joins this earth
and quikly he's subdued
through constant pain disgrace
the young boy learns their rules
with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away
     what I've felt
     what I've known
     never shined through in what I've shown
     never be
     never see
     won't see what might have been
     what I've felt
     what I've known
     never shined through in what I've shown
     never free
     never me
     so I dub thee unforgiven
they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me
     what I've felt
     what I've known
     never shined through in what I've shown
     never be
     never see
     won't see what might have been
     what I've felt
     what I've known
     never shined through in what I've shown
     never free
     never me
     so I dub the unforgiven
you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven

The rainstorm that accompanied Davey back to Knothole matches the bleakness in Davey's heart. His head hung low, he dragged his tail, and his feet as he stepped. The water that hit him was allowed to just flow down anywhere, soaking the fur, making it stink.

Or, maybe it was raining because the Floating Island was passing overhead, and the water was actually coming from a river that fell off the edge. At the ledge, a lone red enchida looks down to the Forest and sees the lonely fox. "Bummer," the enchida said to himself, "you poor devil . . . may Destiny have mercy on you, bub."

There were others there; the eyes of all of Mobius were upon this fox. He imagined the entire populace gathered on both sides, in gnauletfashion, watching him as he passed them by; all of them knowing who he is, all of them knowing that he's the son of the man who caused all this pain and suffering.

The mere thought of it made the fox strike his chest; the sign of being struck dead. All his life, he was forced to answer, unjustly, for the atrocities some of his ancestors have done, evil deeds that were buried in centuries of history, evil deeds that are too eagerly dug up by resentful minorities and shoved in his face, as if he himself had done those same acts. He took the first chance he could get to get away from that unfair circumstance by coming to this planet, and now, God help this poor white soul, it was all laid directly on his shoulders, because the distance of time between the atrocities and himself was cut from 400 years to just a few months. It was all too much to bear.

When he could no longer take another step in the now muddied path, his knees buckled, sank into the mud. the rest of the body followed in kind, as he lied prostrate under a willow tree, hid his face in his arms, and sobbed.

The search party found him lying there, dead-like, under the willow. Sonia rushed up to him and laid over the crying boyfriend. "Oh, Dear Bright Lady Above. Destiny have mercy on all our souls. . . " She pulls him out of the mud he was sinking in. "It's okay . . . s'okay . . . " She embraces this lost soul and slurps at his tears, like he has done to her earlier. "I still love you. I still love you sooooo much. . . "

The Princess was only a shadow in the shadows when she softly said, "C'mon, let's take you home."

Real eyes were watching him this time, knowing who he is, and who his father is, and they were all following him as he continued his long walk home. However, there was something the lonely fox failed to notice: These eyes were not filled with anger, or revenge, but sorrow. Some of them even had tears. But none of them spoke a word.

Nor did they spoke when the fox arrived at Knothole, in the blackness of night, with only a bonfire as light and heat. All activity and sound stopped suddenly as he entered, all eyes turned to him as they followed him across the village, toward his hut, and through the door. Nothing resumed for a few long seconds after the door was closed behind him.