"Well, that does sound like him." He didn't sound upset at being called gross and friendless, again, Alfendi. Precious boy that he was.

"That's... strange. He practically refuses to talk about memories with me, especially his own. Even when I tried telling him some things about our family he didn't really seem to want to hear them, or maybe he just didn't want to dwell on what we learned." He shrugged. "I assumed his memories were painful ones so far, that he just wanted to keep things close to the chest."