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He remembered and, more than that, he remembered details. Maybe she shouldn't have asked. Maybe she could assume that he was lying, performing the confidence of knowing in order to hide his age. She wanted to believe that but she couldn't see any trace of falsehood in his expression. He looked like a man who was reminiscing. Rosalyn was the one who was lying to herself.

Sounds like quite the life. She replied distantly. She didn't retain any of what he said, but it was a polite way to end that course of conversation.

She must have had parents once, a home. She remembered a man, but only with the sureness that she'd killed him. A pack, but no specifics, only the sureness of betrayal. Had that been before Erzulie? Maybe. Those were the only ones she wasn't immediately present in.

I am going to go find something to eat. You're welcome to join, if you wish. She said abruptly a moment later, breaking herself from her reverie as she stood. It was useless to get bogged down in the things that didn't matter. This was her life now, and she had enough to do holding it fast.