I think we are. I hope we are. I think a bit of it is not nearly dying every three days.
He was too good a liar. He was a shitty fucking liar and he never let us in. We let him in, we let him see us, and he never did that. And we tried. But he never wanted our help. And it is not our fault that he didn't. Just like it's not our fault that he left us at the first opportunity. We cared about him and it isn't our fault that he didn't feel the same.
Let him go off with his shit daughter. Maybe he'll finally figure out how to treat her like a person instead of an ideal. Because she's just as much of a fuck up piece of shit as him or you or me or any of us. They can fucking have each other. They are, Keyleth. I hate it, but they are. Either you leave or one day you die but family doesn't last forever.