I want to find Mom's killer. I want revenge. And then --

There doesn't seem to be much of a plan after revenge, actually. Just a void, and a sense that after that nothing really matters anymore.

The boy it's coming from is younger than most of the locals, though -- eleven, give or take? Despite that, he's going about his business with plenty of purpose, carrying an armload of supplies on his way to somewhere or other.

"Oof, sorry -- didn't mean to run into you!"