[ There's a warmth to her memories — her fondness — that he almost wants to hold on to. But this isn't his past to bear, nor is it familiar enough to stick around for long. At first, the Morpeko near her is inclined to say nothing, not wanting to speak on what feels like an intrusion. Her distress, however, manages to pull something out of him. ]
... No. Can’t say I really do.
[ To be a parent is beyond him, but to be a son — he remembers a she-wolf, fur white as Rei's. The beast grieves, not for her children, but for the greatest love she will never know again. Only in death does she finally find the end to her sorrow, and her litter leaves her body to rest with the scavengers, save for the smallest of them all. Yet, even in his fury and pain, he can do nothing to stop them from devouring her until she's gone. ]
b. memories
... No. Can’t say I really do.
[ To be a parent is beyond him, but to be a son — he remembers a she-wolf, fur white as Rei's. The beast grieves, not for her children, but for the greatest love she will never know again. Only in death does she finally find the end to her sorrow, and her litter leaves her body to rest with the scavengers, save for the smallest of them all. Yet, even in his fury and pain, he can do nothing to stop them from devouring her until she's gone. ]