[ yea that's how we do things in this part of the world

Her brows knit, as she processes his words. Is she missing something? Something more than she already is? What she saw from him, his adoptive parents dead, his sister dying—

She has an idea, and she shuts her eyes. There are enough things she remembers that not being to recall that... ]

What I experienced... wasn't happy either. I don't imagine it's something you'd ever want to talk to me about voluntarily.

[ Since he likes to be so evasive when it comes to himself. ]

How much tragedy must befall beloved older sisters?