@EsotericFatuity [[My head bobbed quickly in a nod due the information, but it did take a little moment to process being handed out nothing at all. I had to be imaginative in my guessing, so I brought my palm up to my mouth, pretending to take a bit.]]
What's this?
@PrismOfStygian [[The nervous echo, albeit soft was noticeable, but I decided against making more questions, it could set the girl off.]]
What did you plan to do to entertain yourself?
-- suffer. 'Gaige!' A voice called, and suddenly he was being enveloped in a hug, the warmth of fresh tears falling on his shoulders, it was his father. The little boy eventually turned his body and looked at his father with a bright smile while he pointed at the body of his --
-- check himself. As he looked down, he saw blood staining the snow. He was not the one to be shot, it was his mother.
An uncomprehending sense of relief washed over him, not because he was alive, but rather because his mother was dead. She would no longer make him --