This was one of those impasse moments. At this very moment Starkiller saw nothing more ahead of him except the path before him to get back to where he belong and to the people he belonged to. That was all that mattered in this now.
Anger was what led to the power he needed to defeat his enemies. Starkiller didn't need anyone else or anything else to defeat those that needed to fall to his weapon. Starkiller depended on one thing and one thing alone, that was himself.
Oddly enough, they spent the whole time talking, and it wasn't terrible. Once the ferry landed, Starkiller departed barely hearing the other guy call out to them. "I leave at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Starkiller waved the guy off without much care.
"You have your world, I have mine." Starkiller reminded. "What happens when you die. Who takes your place?" Starkiller looked to the woman with a quizzical look. "When you are gone, who picks up your mantle?" It was a sincere question being asked as Starkiller looked around the port they were now at. Seafolk Village seemed even more primitive than where they had just left. Regardless, he'd go check out what there was to see. Looking up at the weather, it was a nice enough day for an adventure.