[ It's a pot, and he seems to know exactly which one to look for- one made of metal, that will hold heat for longer, and he grabs a pair of clean washcloths too so he'll have something to hold onto the pot with without burning himself with the hot water. ]
Here it is~ We can go back now!
[ It isn't until he turns his feet back towards the stairs up that he continues the conversation again; it's a lot of truth for one day, about something he doesn't really talk about because it never comes up, but there's also no sense in lying about any of this- he can be as cagey as he wants and he's entitled to it, but there's no sense in lying. ]
She's been dead for ten years. I told you, right? I know that's not my mother.
[ It's impossible for it to be his mother, he knows that, he won't ever make that mistake. ]
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Here it is~ We can go back now!
[ It isn't until he turns his feet back towards the stairs up that he continues the conversation again; it's a lot of truth for one day, about something he doesn't really talk about because it never comes up, but there's also no sense in lying about any of this- he can be as cagey as he wants and he's entitled to it, but there's no sense in lying. ]
She's been dead for ten years. I told you, right? I know that's not my mother.
[ It's impossible for it to be his mother, he knows that, he won't ever make that mistake. ]