MEMENTO VIVERE | RETURN?

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IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE IT [align=right]BUT YOU CAN'T KNOW WHY    —    tags 

It seemed the group must be a popular spot for the undead.

Though, the boy does not like to think about that part so much. Dying was not pleasant. To him, it was not funny. Not funny at all.

But, he'd no idea of her death, nor her life, or existence at all. Such was the natural way of things. It was impossible for someone to know everyone, and, frankly, this boy, in particular, did not know many at all. Neither from his original life, nor within the place he takes refuge now. Being concealed from society was fairly self-explanatory as to why he has not seen many faces, or had many see his own. Though, to be honest, he is not so sure he wants others to see his face now. It is reminiscent, still, of his origin. It still displays his death, quite a bit on-the-nose, and it still belongs to someone others may recognize as a tool, a weapon, a force of destruction, aggression. He'd never wanted that. He just wanted to live, at this point, and for others to live, too.

And, he is trying. Trying to make this place his home. Trying to erase that past. Let others know who he really is, and find out who others really are, too. But, it is scary. It is terrifying. Much of the inner territory is still foreign to him. He knows the marsh well, and the cabin he rests within, recognizes as his real home now, with his father. And he will need to face that fear. And he has. So, he will continue. Continue until it's not scary anymore, until it feels so natural that he does not even think about it. If that even is really possible. Despite everything, he's always been a dreamer, and that hasn't changed so far. Only faltered, here and there. In the end, the world still proved good, and he wished to prove himself right back.

He walks up towards his father's side, head held low as he listens quietly to the others' words. A former member; they seemed to beat around the bush what exactly had caused her to go away. But, he wasn't stupid. He did not immediately jump to any conclusions, but he could draw his own assumptions. His glowing eyes land upon the female's paw, a slight frown upon his features. He blinks, seeming about to say something, before closing his mouth once more and looking to her face. "Hello, ma'am," he greets quietly and politely with a nod. "Um, if you don't mind me asking - are you al-alright?"