[ None of this makes any sense. How could everyone be from such varying points in time? He lets his hands drop to just above his knees but he still keeps them curled into fists as he tries to grasp it all, as he wars with the way his emotions want to overcome him. His fists tightened at the word 'death' as well, so much that they nearly shook.
The thing is, it'd always hurt that he'd been an orphan that his parents had been murdered and that he'd never know them. But it had become almost a background noise in his life before he found out who had really been behind their deaths and then the would had been ripped open and felt fresh now.
And now... he tries not to focus on it. ]
I don't remember...
[ How could he not remember? He looks back at the other. ]
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The thing is, it'd always hurt that he'd been an orphan that his parents had been murdered and that he'd never know them. But it had become almost a background noise in his life before he found out who had really been behind their deaths and then the would had been ripped open and felt fresh now.
And now... he tries not to focus on it. ]
I don't remember...
[ How could he not remember? He looks back at the other. ]
Are you glad?