He laughed mirthlessly. "Yeah. Caelum wasn't the brightest guy. And yeah... maybe Eire would have been worse for wear if it hadn't happened... but..." he shrugged.

It's hard to be hopeful or think about it positively when you know one of your uncles, your mother's favorite sibling, is trapped in a haunted grove of trees that hunts for the souls of anyone to join its misery, trying to prevent it from roaming into the mortal realms. That the entire family woke up to what was supposed to be a happy thirteenth birthday for his youngest uncle and aunt (twelfth and thirteenth child) to find him gone and your grandmother crying but no one will tell you why and you have to find out on your own years later... and knowing there's no power alive strong enough to free him... so he hangs there in misery...

"It still happened and it sucked for the rest of us."