[He wonders why she's sorry, but then when he thinks about it he can barely remember what his parents look like. He remembers little things - the way his mother's skin smelled; the tobacco his father smoked - but nothing close to the full picture.
His attention goes back down to the book and he turns the pages, glancing over images of things that are barely familiar as dim shadows in the back of his mind. Maybe he picked up a book like this once, after stumbling into some Brotherhood-secured library and being allowed to poke around for intact textbooks for a friendlier-than-usual Scribe.]
Y'know, I think I'd like that.
[Dan smiles at her, a crooked and genuine half-grin that doesn't seem to hide any ulterior motives.]
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His attention goes back down to the book and he turns the pages, glancing over images of things that are barely familiar as dim shadows in the back of his mind. Maybe he picked up a book like this once, after stumbling into some Brotherhood-secured library and being allowed to poke around for intact textbooks for a friendlier-than-usual Scribe.]
Y'know, I think I'd like that.
[Dan smiles at her, a crooked and genuine half-grin that doesn't seem to hide any ulterior motives.]
You'll just hafta be patient with me.