[ Claire has to agree; kids pick things up, say them without knowing anything other than the words or actions hurt. Someone kind, a parent, a guardian, should then teach the consequences of hurting others, but for some it never happens, and then sometimes they turn into awful adults. They don't always though, and Arthur is right: at a point, kids are only being children with no real understanding of malice.

An exhale makes her shoulders sag at knowing he was separated from his brother. She knows of so many families that were ripped apart, some reunited but most not. There are resources she knows of in her time, but it does no good here, and she assumes he would've tried already if possible. ]

War is...it's impossible not to be changed by it. Young and old alike, and it's still felt for so long afterward. I don't think I'll ever go a day without thinking of or remembering something.

[ She's been in more than one war and will be part of another, has lost friends, family, watched her husband suffer. War has shaped her entire existence, and now here it is again, poking at the life she's made in Solvunn. Friends are being taken away, faster now than before, it feels like. It isn't the same, but she knows some of them go back to nothing good, though she wants to imagine the opposite. ]

You never know, the universe is unpredictable and random. Perhaps you'll be reunited yet. Maybe even here.