Evan frowned; he really had no idea what he wanted to do when he was older. He'd never needed to consider it, not yet -- he was only eight. The only major decision he'd had to make so far he'd made in self-defense, in impulse anyway, and the only thing he could think of wanting was the chance to meet his parents.

"Guess that's right. I'm nae good at much. Never even met anyone ooside Kirkcaldy."