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[color=orange]"Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll be sure to give you a shout if the pariah does come."[/color] Emil reassures Bailey before she left him with Monika. It was then he heard her speak regarding his family...as well as the fact that she managed to discern his former history as a slave. His whole body visibly tenses up for a moment before noticing that Monika had offered him a seat. He didn't want to be rude and took the seat beside her before keeping the worn photo of his family safe in his pocket. She then tells Emil the rough details regarding her unfortunate situation. 

Emil could hear the melancholic tone of her voice and every minute facial expression she had unknowingly displayed. This was a topic that hurt her deeply but she was willing to share it with him. He leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he lets his hands clasp over one another under his jaw as he took in every detail she offered. She wasn't so different from Emil. Her whole family was taken away from her by inhuman monsters, and had to suffer a fate that made death look like a mercy...the only difference was that she still has a family. He kinda felt a little envious. He looks to her and offers a bitter sweet smile. [color=orange]"They...they look wonderful."[/color] He then returns his gaze back to the station before him. This experience of his was always a difficult topic to discuss with others, but Monika was someone who had suffered the same hellish life he had and shared it with him. He owed her his story or at the very least some of it.

With a heavy sigh he begins divulge information he felt she deserved to know. His voice was calm and serene, yet contained an insurmountable amount of anger and regret. [color=orange]"Yes. I...I've been a [i]slave[/i] before."[/color] The sentence felt disgusting to utter but Emil pushed through and opted to shut his eyes tight. [color=orange]"I was twelve at the time a group of slavers set their eyes on my town."[/color] He could remember the screams. [color=orange]"Killed anyone who was useless to or resisted them."[/color] He could remember the gunshots. [color=orange]"Ma and Pa were too old and my brothers fought back."[/color] Why din't you die with them, Emil? [color=orange]"I was sold and I had to suffer eight grueling years before I had a chance to escape."[/color] He could feel the three gunshot wounds on his back sting with a phantom pain. [color=orange]"And...and that's it."[/color] Emil sits back to proper posture, he had forced a slight smile on his face as if to say 'I'm fine' but it was devoid of all of the warmth and friendliness. The smile was cold and bitter. 

Emil hated remembering these memories. Felix was right to say that he was better off keeping these memories hidden away.