I told she should return shortly. He actually suddenly seemed ok in the past few days. Talking normally (strangely) and stuff. Maybe he thought mom is...also earning now and that he should probably change his attitude. Mom returned home and got dad some dinner too as I already ate outside. She said I got the dinner because something told me that your dad might’ve not had his food outside. My dad regretted his mistakes and slowly started changing. My mom was glad too about his progress and we. But then they looked at their friends' children and saw the neon spikes and the black eyeliner and the piercings and the tattoos, and realized that the risks I was taking were minor in comparison. I was healthy and wholesome. I was Well Adjusted.So, they bought me equipment for birthdays and holidays and supported my outdoor hobbies. I did climbs, and scaled rocks, and rafted Class IV rivers. By the time I finished my bachelor's degree (advertising, of course; my father was so proud) I knew. The attention was more uncomfortable than his injuries were.For all that, there were fewer people to stare than he would have hoped. The battle had taken a serious toll. Fully half of those who had chosen to fight with him were gone, returned to mist to float on the Hellwind.His only consolation was that they would, in theory, one day regain corporeal form once their spirits had regained enough strength. Small consolation indeed knowing they were, once again, at the mercy of Hell and all of its. I’m glad I’ve been able to help a little. We’ll get you back on your feet.’ She snuggled in closer. ‘What happens if someone finds out that you are, literally, living with one of your students?’ He shrugged. ‘I would lose my job, unless I can convince a committee that I actually did nothing wrong.’ He looked her in the eye. ‘If someone is known to be living with one of their students, the assumption is they are engaging in ‘moral turpitude’. No one has defined it, but ‘moral turpitude’ is.