[ There's not much fight in him right now, most of it turned inward, and Romulus is quiet while she prepares the food. He really doesn't know where those memories came from because it had been a long, long time since... well, that life. There's been nothing to help hold on to the memories. He has Remus with him, but Remus has grown alongside him and changed just as much so there's no childhood familiarity left in it. He knew their circumstances, of course, it was one of the bragging points of the two masters they'd had over their lifetime and intellectually he knew it had to have been pretty horrible.
Seeing it for himself, in his mind's eye... Words don't really prepare you for it, after all. Memories of pain and fear and soul-crushing loss filtered through the heart of a small, small child. How was he supposed to deal with it? Much less talk about it? Part of him seizes up at the idea. ]
I don't know how I'd do that. Um—thank you, for the food. Very much.
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Seeing it for himself, in his mind's eye... Words don't really prepare you for it, after all. Memories of pain and fear and soul-crushing loss filtered through the heart of a small, small child. How was he supposed to deal with it? Much less talk about it? Part of him seizes up at the idea. ]
I don't know how I'd do that. Um—thank you, for the food. Very much.