[But does he really understand? He can't be certain. He knows if he even bothers to ask, there's likely no amount of answers that would adequately provide him with a comprehensive explanation. It sounds like just another situation that's potentially complicated beyond what he feels is even a necessity.
What he does feel is a certain empathetic input. The desire to be someone else. He's certain he's had it from time to time. Of course, he wouldn't change anything. Things have happened the way they have for a reason. But maybe once upon a time he would have been more inclined to desire a different life. A different identity.
She shares of herself freely and he admires that. He's so accustomed to secrecy and quiet. Modesty. Shame. Not from himself. There aren't many things for him to hide, after all.]
You don't remember much of your father?
[It leads to a slew of new, additional questions. Maybe she was young when she lost him. Maybe she's... thousands of years old and the memories have faded with time. He'd love to claim he's exaggerating on the latter, but he fully expects to discover more things that seem impossible.]
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What he does feel is a certain empathetic input. The desire to be someone else. He's certain he's had it from time to time. Of course, he wouldn't change anything. Things have happened the way they have for a reason. But maybe once upon a time he would have been more inclined to desire a different life. A different identity.
She shares of herself freely and he admires that. He's so accustomed to secrecy and quiet. Modesty. Shame. Not from himself. There aren't many things for him to hide, after all.]
You don't remember much of your father?
[It leads to a slew of new, additional questions. Maybe she was young when she lost him. Maybe she's... thousands of years old and the memories have faded with time. He'd love to claim he's exaggerating on the latter, but he fully expects to discover more things that seem impossible.]