Fisher listened to Dragon, doing his best to understand his new little-big brother as best as he could. Children of Rot... There were more of them, then? He tried to imagine his family, an imagine springing to his mind of a small bird, a feline and a horse-- except longer, more noodly versions of such creatures. He squinted, picturing his imaginary version of the Children-- his brethren-- in the deep misty depths of Cetus.

He was pulled away from his thoughts as Dragon asked why he climbed the Spire in the first place, and he found his answer to be a mirror image of the alligator's. "I climbed it because I knew I could. The Spire and I have had our fights-- I zap her, she zaps me-- but in the end, I've always known I could conquer her." He ran his tongue across the length of his muzzle and flashed a grin down towards Dragon, ears perking as the swamp lizard offered him something precious.

A home, with the rest of his family. To go and join them. His breath hitched in his throat but he managed to mumble out an answer, "perhaps someday, Dragon. I have friends, like family to me, who need me. They are protecting important things here in Polaris... But someday, I would like to return to my home in Cetus and join you."

It got easier to talk about the more he went on, so he added on the names of his friends casually. There were no secrets to hide from his own brother, after all. "I'll ask Black and Fallah if they wish to come as well. They were there when we fought Aquarian, and I know how Black respects father."