Honor.
He couldn't stop thinking about it ever since Uncle Adam had mentioned it, because his Ama had talked to him at length regarding this very subject when he was young.
How the Lands of Stone were filled with those that were without honor, and if one could live honorably, do some good and help those in need, the Lands of Stone would pay them back. The Ancestors watched, she'd said. They kept tallies that mortal eyes couldn't see. They rewarded those who deserved reward and punished those who deserved punishment, even if the timing of such justice seemed impossibly delayed to those still walking the endless rocks.
But...
'Ama, you were the most honorable, and what happened to you? Why did the Lands of Stone not pay you back?'
"..."
He was divided when it came to the idea of honor and being honorable, because in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but ask himself whether the Primordial Tongue was one way the Lands of Stone had paid back his Ama through him.
