I wouldn't call myself a phoenix, either. [He sets his cup back on its saucer with a small, flat clink. His expression is dour, steady - unreadable.] The past has a way of catching up with one, even here.
[He doesn't seem to be aware of the small, subtle movement of his hand to his sleeve, his palm resting flat over the suggestion of a glow from beneath the pitch-black cloth. He shakes his head, and clears his throat.]
It must be very difficult, though, to leave a child behind. I'm sorry. How old was she?
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Date: 2020-10-10 05:37 pm (UTC)I wouldn't call myself a phoenix, either. [He sets his cup back on its saucer with a small, flat clink. His expression is dour, steady - unreadable.] The past has a way of catching up with one, even here.
[He doesn't seem to be aware of the small, subtle movement of his hand to his sleeve, his palm resting flat over the suggestion of a glow from beneath the pitch-black cloth. He shakes his head, and clears his throat.]
It must be very difficult, though, to leave a child behind. I'm sorry. How old was she?