[ He shrugs. He doesn't have his memories but he has a sense that it's normal. Where he comes from, some babies don't make it past their mother's womb before they're murdered. So, he did fairly well, at least that's the feeling he gets. People die. That's life.
He gestures to the room once more before asking: ]
D O n E?
[ He looks around at the apartment filled with apple decorations. What more did they have to do? He doesn't know. ]
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He gestures to the room once more before asking: ]
D O n E?
[ He looks around at the apartment filled with apple decorations. What more did they have to do? He doesn't know. ]