Kipper was mostly a kind, humerous person.
But like all hybrids, he had a darker side.
The sadistic, short-tempered side.
The one who had secrets.
Secrets he would rather take to his grave.
He killed people before. Entire villages.
It was a dark time, those years.
He didn't want to.
But he was used to it.
The pain.
The anxiety and crushing weight of responsibility.
He just wanted to be happy. To live a happy life.
For a hybrid, however, that was nearly impossible.
So this was it.
His sister already found someone to keep her company for the rest of her life. She had their cousins as well.
He would repay his debt and reunite the family with the children. Fight Ferin.
Then leave.
Go off on his own.
Kipper watched Pidge and Keith follow Azalea through her house, as amazed as she was.
They don't need me.