He shakes his head. Good fucking question. "I don't know."
The barkeep behind the counter slides him his drink, utterly disinterested in the situation at hand. Between the amount of Summoned that filter in and out of this place, he supposes the man is used to it.
There is the smallest pause, as he continues to study her. "You were training with your father. On the wire."
It's a small offering, with no expectation that she will expand on the detail. He isn't here to pry. But as far as memories goes, maybe she'll find a quiet piece of her childhood not the worst thing to have spilled to someone who's effectively a stranger. He's more than aware he isn't the only one with secrets buried in his memories.
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The barkeep behind the counter slides him his drink, utterly disinterested in the situation at hand. Between the amount of Summoned that filter in and out of this place, he supposes the man is used to it.
There is the smallest pause, as he continues to study her. "You were training with your father. On the wire."
It's a small offering, with no expectation that she will expand on the detail. He isn't here to pry. But as far as memories goes, maybe she'll find a quiet piece of her childhood not the worst thing to have spilled to someone who's effectively a stranger. He's more than aware he isn't the only one with secrets buried in his memories.