[In hindsight, she should've seen that as a possible response. Too many lives are lost in wars and this person-
Well, she's sympathetic. Losing her father-that had hurt, but Gladdy was there to help pick up the pieces. This person is alone, from the sounds of it, and that's a pain she can't imagine.]
[ Maine's not sure what to say to the sympathy. Where he's from, the death toll is so high that it's unusual to find someone who hasn't been touched by it. (At least, that's his experience.) He sits with it for a moment, unsure what to say, then ultimately decides on: ]
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What about you?
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Got any family?
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A brother
Two brothers
[Talcott qualifies as one. She owes him that much.]
What happened to your family?
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[ ... Yup. Moving on: ]
Older brothers? Younger?
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Well, she's sympathetic. Losing her father-that had hurt, but Gladdy was there to help pick up the pieces. This person is alone, from the sounds of it, and that's a pain she can't imagine.]
I'm sorry.
Yeah Gladdy's older and Talcott is
He's younger. Just a little kid.
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Thanks.
[ And he moves on again. ]
How little?
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Can't wait to tell him all the stories about this place
You know when we finally get to go home
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[ Seven is a curious age, he thinks. It was for his brother. ]
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[Their world is dangerous, but it's manageable right now. This place is a little too unknown and a teeny bit too dangerous for Talcott.]
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She hopes she is. That she can be.]
Thanks
And hey if you need to talk
I always have my phone on me
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Likewise.
[ Not that he's much of a conversationalist. But hey, the offer is there.
Belatedly, he offers a proper introduction: ]
Name's Maine.
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I'm Iris
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