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Emil nods with understanding. He has had his fair share of scars, both physically and mental, from...those 8 years. Emil could feel some of the repressed memories trickle into his mind but is quick to remove it out of thought. He was not ready, nor did he want to, to confront such memories, what more keep in his mind. [color=orange]"There's no need for apologies, ma'm. Showing what little emotions we have left helps us remember that we're still human. We're still alive. "[/color]

Monika was gracious enough to show him a picture of her loved one, it would be only fair if he showed her his loved ones. He raises his index finger up as if to say 'wait a second' as he leans down to scrounge about his pack's pocket to retrieve a well worn and browned picture. He shows Monika the picture. It depicts a family standing before a small brahmin paddock. An older man and woman standing behind three young boys, smiling widely at their children as the oldest and tallest of the boys head locked the younger one with one arm while using the other to keep the smallest boy on his shoulders stable. [color=orange]"This is my family."[/color] The statement caused his heart to wrench slightly. [color=orange]"That's my ma and pa. The kid sitting on the shoulders is me and the one carrying me was my oldest brother and the one he was head locking was my older brother too. As you can see, me and my brothers were a bunch of goof balls and jackasses."[/color]

He sees Bailey stand up and express the desire to walk around. [color=orange]"Would you like to take a look also before you go for your walk?"[/color] He then gestures to the photo in his hand.