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Nikai frowned as he listened to the story Alya told. At first he felt rather confused as she mentioned 'her Dashie', but then he figured it was a wolf of sorts considering how the story continued. He frowned sadly as he heard the story, unable to imagine such a terrible thing. He didn't remember anything about his mother's death, really. He did remember Steady's death, of course, but it hadn't been like this — it hadn't been watching him get torn apart right in front of him.

He inhaled sharply and then said, "That's terrible..." Not sure what else he could say. As Alya apologised he tilted his head in question, and he couldn't help but let out a short burst of laughter as she said it was the most horrible thing she could think of and that she wished she could make it go away. "Oh, Alya, it's not a contest, silly." Nikai said with a dreary smile and he bumped his nose against her neck softly. "The crap we go through isn't who we are, it's just... crap. But it still shapes us in some way and who knows where we would be without it..? It's a part of you and me, and that means I wouldn't want any of it to go away, however shitty it is." Nikai wasn't too sure he was still making sense at that point, but he looked at Alya, hoping that she understood what he meant.