[ It's kind of Barnaby to offer his sympathies but unnecessary, Eustace quietly dismissing the kindness with a few soft words of his own. ]
It's fine. It was a long time ago.
[ Nearly twenty years now, his memories of them beginning to dull at the edges. As much as they'd been his entire world and as hard as he'd tried to cling onto them, he's only human, with a falliable imperfect memory. But memories are important still, and he's grateful for Barnaby to have gotten the chance to relive those memories he holds so dear.
He doesn't smile back, gaze still solemn as he looks past to the children frolicking in the gardens, giggling and laughing with one another. None of them might have parents either, but at least they have someone watching out for them here. ]
Can I ask what happened to them?
[ They'd both seemed so healthy in that memory, so full of life. It's hard to imagine their sudden deaths as anything but unnatural, but that would make the loss all the more painful. ]
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It's fine. It was a long time ago.
[ Nearly twenty years now, his memories of them beginning to dull at the edges. As much as they'd been his entire world and as hard as he'd tried to cling onto them, he's only human, with a falliable imperfect memory. But memories are important still, and he's grateful for Barnaby to have gotten the chance to relive those memories he holds so dear.
He doesn't smile back, gaze still solemn as he looks past to the children frolicking in the gardens, giggling and laughing with one another. None of them might have parents either, but at least they have someone watching out for them here. ]
Can I ask what happened to them?
[ They'd both seemed so healthy in that memory, so full of life. It's hard to imagine their sudden deaths as anything but unnatural, but that would make the loss all the more painful. ]