[It's nice of her to offer. There's something...it's not quite sad, but it pings in his chest with a heaviness he can't wholly ignore, the ease with which she can say something like that, and the way he can know without question that she believes it. It's a childish sort of simplicity, and it's a worldview he doesn't know if he ever owned. If he did, he can't recall.]
[But the choice of words, too, is one that sits with him. You'll feel safe.]
[Feeling safe isn't the same as being it, is it?]
Lup gave me a knife to keep all sorts of, uh...bad things back. [He traded the knife for his last handle of moonshine, but that's a part of the story he doubts a kid needs to hear.]
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[But the choice of words, too, is one that sits with him. You'll feel safe.]
[Feeling safe isn't the same as being it, is it?]
Lup gave me a knife to keep all sorts of, uh...bad things back. [He traded the knife for his last handle of moonshine, but that's a part of the story he doubts a kid needs to hear.]
That's good. Kid like you shouldn't be all alone.