Wilhelm seems to be without other visible signs that might alarm him, no broken and bruised knuckles, black eyes or shorn hair, so he lets the subject drop for now.
"Something like that," he admits, staring at some point over Wilhelm's shoulder. "It all happened very quickly, I mostly remember wanting to run away."
Edited and sanitized for the boy's sake. There's no conflicting information to this memory, unlike so many others. He remembers the cold barrel of the rifle pressed to the back of his head and his sister's screams, the husk that was their mother still smoldering on the pyre. In the present, the scent of burning flesh seems to waft through the air —
He eyes Wilhelm for a second as he banishes the memory, frowning to himself.
"It's difficult to travel that way around the castle, the mages here have the whole place covered in wards." He waves his hand in the direction of the stone walls. It is extremely annoying. But then his frown shifts into a grin as he admits aloud, "I'm not used to having to open so many doors the normal way."
cw: violence, murder stuff
"Something like that," he admits, staring at some point over Wilhelm's shoulder. "It all happened very quickly, I mostly remember wanting to run away."
Edited and sanitized for the boy's sake. There's no conflicting information to this memory, unlike so many others. He remembers the cold barrel of the rifle pressed to the back of his head and his sister's screams, the husk that was their mother still smoldering on the pyre. In the present, the scent of burning flesh seems to waft through the air —
He eyes Wilhelm for a second as he banishes the memory, frowning to himself.
"It's difficult to travel that way around the castle, the mages here have the whole place covered in wards." He waves his hand in the direction of the stone walls. It is extremely annoying. But then his frown shifts into a grin as he admits aloud, "I'm not used to having to open so many doors the normal way."