[Saya stoops down to pet the little ones, half-heartedly. Part of her, still in half-mad grief over whatever or whoever she just killed, wants to snap at Charlie to stop always asking that.]
...Yeah. [She straightens and nods, offers a muted smile at the pet menagerie.] I can't decide if it's better or worse that I can't remember him.
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...Yeah. [She straightens and nods, offers a muted smile at the pet menagerie.] I can't decide if it's better or worse that I can't remember him.