[Aran knows full well they're watching. Oh, he might be half blind and turned away, but he knows. He can feel it.]

...Right. I guess they would.

[He's been trying not to think of it. Ironic, because a long time ago, everyone knowing who he was would've been exactly what he wanted. Being something great, being remembered... it had been an impossible dream, but a dream, still.

Now it's a fact of life, but nothing how he once imagined it might be. Right now, it just feels like... an annoyance?

He's not sure what to call it.]

I don't know if adventures is the right word. I can't exactly see myself as an adventurer.

[He would've jumped on that label, when he was a kid.]