[There it is. A cruel end. Behind Roland's outward nature is that loss, and that's... something he knows too well. A family stolen away, and the world doesn't stop turning for you to mourn. The world doesn't care.
Daan takes a moment, then sets down the tiny box that was left for him in his safety deposit. Opening it reveals a set of elegant looking sewing tools: scissors, needle, thimble.]
no subject
Daan takes a moment, then sets down the tiny box that was left for him in his safety deposit. Opening it reveals a set of elegant looking sewing tools: scissors, needle, thimble.]
This was my wife's. Her name was Elise.