[ He glances over to Jesper at the admission, trying to keep any sympathy off his face if he can help it. The notion that some parents are awful to their children still makes his mind screech to a halt on occasion, having grown up believing that his had to be kind and generous and brave. The other option was impossible to consider at a young age. Or even now.

All the same, he doesn't hone in on this subject. The birds that's following them are doing that well enough. ]

It does, but half of the nether feels like this. Like something's just a little off.

[ Or very much off. But he glances to Jesper again. ]

Sounds like they just like repeating lies we've been told, though.