His parents chose that. To not know who he was and for him to not know who they were. She blinked at him for a moment, chocolate uneaten in her hands.
"You do be being like me." She said softly.
She's not met anyone like that on the train. People whose parents had died yes. But not ones whose parents hadn't even wanted them to know who they were.
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Date: 2022-04-17 08:54 pm (UTC)"You do be being like me." She said softly.
She's not met anyone like that on the train. People whose parents had died yes. But not ones whose parents hadn't even wanted them to know who they were.