Shad might disagree with that extreme. Some adults did tell the truth and some times they were nice, but he found that was rarely the case. He would rather hang out with those of his own age than the drama of adulthood.

The hand on his shoulder makes him stop, his jaw parting slightly as he begins to pant. His ears turning back slightly, glad that the sun was setting now so he could relax a bit.

Except he just dropped a little nugget that made his ears fold tighter against his head.

"...These Colonies of yours sound about as bad as the Rogue isles." Hellhole is exactly the word he used.

"Called it the City of Villains for good reason."