[There are a lot to remember, and...it's hard to, sometimes. His mother's voice, his father's face, his brother's smile--all have faded over the years, he's lived his life longer without them than with. The rest of Ferndale--cousins, aunts, uncles, friends--were just as fogged in his mind.
When he's gone, there will be no one left to remember them.
Then there were others, fellow Knights and Dragoons, fallen in battle--some whose names he'd never even learned, but if he'd been faster or stronger, perhaps...
No, he cannot think like that, he'll go mad.
He's lost in his own thoughts for the moment, so he doesn't respond to Solus's condolences, just holds the glass of water in his hands and stares into it like it holds the secrets of the world.]
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When he's gone, there will be no one left to remember them.
Then there were others, fellow Knights and Dragoons, fallen in battle--some whose names he'd never even learned, but if he'd been faster or stronger, perhaps...
No, he cannot think like that, he'll go mad.
He's lost in his own thoughts for the moment, so he doesn't respond to Solus's condolences, just holds the glass of water in his hands and stares into it like it holds the secrets of the world.]