Looking down are the broken thing he shrugged. "They really shouldn't use glass honestly." Taking the bits still on him off, he made note to go back and work on his glass project. "I can't give her what her mother could, what her father could. I can't give her what they alone could. Losing everything in terms of her past.. all but me. A loss is a loss, no matter how you slice it."
Rubbing his temples he... didn't think she knew much. "The answers you want I honestly can't give you. I know a ******** ton about my past. I don't just get small visions, I get full blown memories. From my life, right up until my death. I remember what my world was before it was razed. And once more you do not listen. I said half right. We technically should be up there, but like I said, our worlds were destroyed. How could we have been reborn to a world when no one lived on it? We can return now, but not without almost certain death. Even so, we can't repopulate." Nowhere with this kid.
His waved his hand at her. "You don't shake the hands of someone you fought. You give a small bow, never removing them from your gaze. Never show weakness, never give an opportunity to be attacked." He was reciting something from a memory. "It's not an insult, more lingering thought which if you consider it, makes a bit of sense." A small bend at the waist, eyes staying on her. "White Moon has always disagreed about certain things. But even if I disagree, the fact remains Hug-bell."
Turning a small wave. "Not everyone can be saved."
