AMALTHEA

[soulping]

[There’s room for seven in this weather-worn hut, with seven chairs around a table long enough for seven people.

The center of the table is adorned with wooden jugs of water and wooden snack bowls. It’s primarily fruits and nuts, although there are a couple brimming with Unidentified Raw Meat.]

Comments

[codecmoment]

Of course not. Go ahead, I'm here for you.

[menially]

Heh.

It's not really a secret. Just something I'm... anxious to remember, I guess.

[He tries to work his way around the words, but a half-lie isn't working here, and the words just tumble out regardless.]

There was a memory I had, of me as a kid. My parents weren't there - I was by myself... Sort of. It was somewhere I really didn't want to be, and being alone didn't exactly comfort me.

I'd... rather I remember what happened to them. If something happened to them, I mean. It was kind of disconcerting.

[codecmoment]

That kind of fear is normal. Some things are best not remembered.