As much as it is in your nature to offer safe harbor when you are of a mind- and to leave your door closed to it when you are not. To build a place for yourself where you need not be bothered by those that choose to not understand you and keep it safe from those that think you to be worth little.

[A dramatic gesture, he'd called it. In a fit of frustration and childish anger. But what was more dramatic- seeking solitude when the greater village did not want him, or continuing to hedge in upon a man that seeks to be left be? To attempt to twist and change him, insist that he need to try harder to be better. To be different. To be what they wish him to be.]

...This Crow, at least, will always find his way back. If you will bear his company.