[ making a face but. he takes a vial to drink, knocking it back first. even then, it seems like it comes out painfully, voice soft and barely able to be heard. ]

... ...... .......... The days that my mother and father.... and sister and brothers... when I was younger, and my mother would sing to me... when my father would teach me the sword... when my older siblings would watch over me... as I was the youngest - the neighbors would come to have a meal with us... and we would sing hymns. Those small, quiet moments... I would say, are the memories I treasure, most of all...