[Her question is a distraction from the grim thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him, and he quietly welcomes it.]
Uh... let's see.
[He leans forward a bit, searching for any particular details that might ping him. At first it's just a basic aesthetic, nothing too interesting, until a curious set of extrusions from the wall adjacent to the bed catches his attention, and he points it out, somewhat uncertain with his words, but the thought coming to mind otherwise unprompted.]
That over there... there was a prince who had trouble learning how to use the armory, like I did. He got a weapon on his sixteenth birthday- uh, it's a traditional thing- but he couldn't use it the way he was supposed to. I think there was a problem with... a council? No, it was some nobles back then...
[His brows furrow, grimacing as he tries to push too hard for it. It's like the memory is right there, but the more he chases it the more it slips through his fingers. It's frustrating. This is what he's supposed to do, isn't it?]
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Uh... let's see.
[He leans forward a bit, searching for any particular details that might ping him. At first it's just a basic aesthetic, nothing too interesting, until a curious set of extrusions from the wall adjacent to the bed catches his attention, and he points it out, somewhat uncertain with his words, but the thought coming to mind otherwise unprompted.]
That over there... there was a prince who had trouble learning how to use the armory, like I did. He got a weapon on his sixteenth birthday- uh, it's a traditional thing- but he couldn't use it the way he was supposed to. I think there was a problem with... a council? No, it was some nobles back then...
[His brows furrow, grimacing as he tries to push too hard for it. It's like the memory is right there, but the more he chases it the more it slips through his fingers. It's frustrating. This is what he's supposed to do, isn't it?]