Molly blinks once in response to the outpouring, looking just a touch bemused. Something in him hadn't really expected that level of honesty from this man, possibly because Molly recognizes something of himself there and Molly is seldom honest if he can help it.

Still, one can't help but respect a good story. "My, how dramatic. Stolen children and warring peoples! It would make for an excellent play." He can think of three different ways to build on it off the top of his head, in fact, but he suspects that someone may not want to have their life fictionalized to quite that extent. Couldn't be Molly, but Molly's working with a blanker slate than most.

"So what does one do with themselves after all that?"