[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@Stanifly][/right]
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Whether Morgan notices Sliver Blade's annoyances with earlier comment or not, he stays quiet. Best to leave it that way.

[quote][color=lavender][b]‘The server we met, back at that first bar,’[/b] she said, evenly. [b]‘He claimed that solving this man’s... Catharsis would show us the way to return to wherever we were pulled from. I imagine that would involve resolving our own troubles, whatever they may be.’[/b][/color][/quote]

[color=brown]"Right, right. I'll follow your lead on this 'ere case."[/color] He nods his head and stares off at the rest of the club as silence settles between Sliver Blade and him. Lots to think about, that was for sure. His thoughts wander back to the bar he saw in his first catharsis; the barkeep was only vaguely familiar, the people less so, but considering Westbound's catharsis... probably meant something.

Everything in this catharsis had to mean something, he just wasn't sure what exactly. This kind of detective work wasn't his forte and frankly he was beginning to feel like a fish out of water. He hisses through his teeth as Sliver Blade addresses him again.

[quote][color=lavender][b]‘I suppose it’s the uncertainty of what I’ll come to face that concerns me. Everyone’s got their own skeletons in the closet.’[/b] She slowed her steps. [b]‘Speaking of...’[/b][/color][/quote]

A boy is getting beaten, presumably by his father. Sliver Blade cuts in to stop the man. Morgan has to hold himself back from punching the piece of shit father, instead rushing to the child's side inside. He places two cold hands on the kid's shoulders and attempts to move him away from the scene. 

It's only then it finally hits him--the bar he saw in his own catharsis was the one from his childhood. Drank his first whiskey there; a group of ragtag kids running amuck and away from their families. He never liked his father either. Without thinking, he hugs the kid as the memories flash by. The boy wasn't lucky enough to end up like him, no community to fall back on, no makeshift family or gang to fill in the gaps. Perhaps the latter was for the best, Morgan's life was never a fun one no matter how fondly he remembers his past, but it was better than having no one.

The boy changes as each memory changes, a little older in some, a little younger in others, but the idea is the same: the kid's life was awfully lonely.