Was she the first child born after it all? [what a nightmare that must have been, for each. he frowns, idly watching rio's tail happily sway.
what an oddity, two kinds of loneliness- one where the children turned their backs to him and the other where there were no children to turn away. he wonders if the trench is pointed here, cherry picking these memories like a theme, before he lets out a soft sigh.]
I suppose it is. For what little it is worth I am glad you are here now, to speak of it.
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what an oddity, two kinds of loneliness- one where the children turned their backs to him and the other where there were no children to turn away. he wonders if the trench is pointed here, cherry picking these memories like a theme, before he lets out a soft sigh.]
I suppose it is. For what little it is worth I am glad you are here now, to speak of it.