[This... isn't torture. Which doesn't make him relieved, only more cautious.]
Uh... well, I mean. They've been dead for nine years. I don't remember that much about them.
[That probably makes his obsession with them seem strange, but they are his family.]
They were nice, and understanding, and kind. Patient. They loved Lothal. I was just a kid, but they tried to help me understand just how important their work was. I honestly didn't listen back then. But their broadcasts made other people realize they weren't alone, and that if we stood together, we could fight back. Or that's what it was supposed to do. [There's a flicker of anger here as he thinks of Tseebo and the others, all too afraid to help his family. But then that flicker disappears, replaced by something very different.] I don't know. My dad made good space waffles? My mom's bracelets always made a twinkling sound when she walked.
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Uh... well, I mean. They've been dead for nine years. I don't remember that much about them.
[That probably makes his obsession with them seem strange, but they are his family.]
They were nice, and understanding, and kind. Patient. They loved Lothal. I was just a kid, but they tried to help me understand just how important their work was. I honestly didn't listen back then. But their broadcasts made other people realize they weren't alone, and that if we stood together, we could fight back. Or that's what it was supposed to do. [There's a flicker of anger here as he thinks of Tseebo and the others, all too afraid to help his family. But then that flicker disappears, replaced by something very different.] I don't know. My dad made good space waffles? My mom's bracelets always made a twinkling sound when she walked.