There have been times in this place where meeting people has brought about memories that don't seem real, except for how they do. He's held onto them, mostly because they're of an easier life, a life with friends here, and he's selfish enough to want that even if most of him knows he hasn't earned it. But there are things that bring up older memories, memories that taste of copper and ash, memories that make the scar on his cheek burn like right now and make his mind seem disconnected and hazy. They feel real, like a bayonet to the shoulder (has he felt that? why did he think that?) or like fire in his hands.
A smile that's as playful and sly as it is utterly sincere in it's mirth.
A room full of women dressed in bright, soft clothing, holding his hands, letting him dance with them. They're all so very tall. Or is he small? Nothing burns here.
Until it does.
The name. His mother's name. It's written poorly on an envelope and there's the sting of punishment making his head ache a little but he sees a name, her name.
Kadesh.
He's been frozen the whole time, eyes staring at nothing, but he snaps out of it and gives Clary an apologetic smile.
"I don't have any opinions on how much someone should have. I just think everyone should have enough to live and prosper." A pause as he catches up a little more. "I'm sorry about your mother."
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There have been times in this place where meeting people has brought about memories that don't seem real, except for how they do. He's held onto them, mostly because they're of an easier life, a life with friends here, and he's selfish enough to want that even if most of him knows he hasn't earned it. But there are things that bring up older memories, memories that taste of copper and ash, memories that make the scar on his cheek burn like right now and make his mind seem disconnected and hazy. They feel real, like a bayonet to the shoulder (has he felt that? why did he think that?) or like fire in his hands.
A smile that's as playful and sly as it is utterly sincere in it's mirth.
A room full of women dressed in bright, soft clothing, holding his hands, letting him dance with them. They're all so very tall. Or is he small? Nothing burns here.
Until it does.
The name. His mother's name. It's written poorly on an envelope and there's the sting of punishment making his head ache a little but he sees a name, her name.
Kadesh.
He's been frozen the whole time, eyes staring at nothing, but he snaps out of it and gives Clary an apologetic smile.
"I don't have any opinions on how much someone should have. I just think everyone should have enough to live and prosper." A pause as he catches up a little more. "I'm sorry about your mother."