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[whatsupcroc]

I don't really like doing that announcement thing, but since I'm her roommate... Snow White's gone home! Which is good, that means she's finally back with James, who's her total love at first sight wonderful husband and she has a daughter that maybe she'll get to see now so I'm happy for her. Right, and Al left too, but that was last month. Uh... a few others, but I don't really know the full list.

It makes me curious about something else, though. What do you guys do to show you remember and care about people who you'll probably never see again in this lifetime?

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[demonbloodblade]

...I have a ring, a plain copper ring, one you could buy cheaply anywhere, on a chain I wear around my neck.

According to my adoptive father, it was the only thing my mother had. She died giving birth to me, and I will never know her. It's the only thing I have of her.

[whatsupcroc]

So momentos, maybe, can be important too? I'm glad you have that one from your mother.

[demonbloodblade]

I think so. When there's nothing else...

I went back there when I was old enough to travel by myself. The farm was gone, gutted; I couldn't find anyone who knew her, and there was a grave, but the gravestone had been broken by whoever razed the farm. The ring is all the proof I have she existed. I pray for her every year on my birthday, because I don't know hers.

...that was the last time I cried for something that wasn't pain.

[whatsupcroc]

Seriously? That's pretty manly! Not one time otherwise?

[demonbloodblade]

Until I came here, I didn't have that much to care about, so not much to cry over.

[whatsupcroc]

And now?

[demonbloodblade]

...and now I'm finding things to care about that might get me to the point where I'd cry over losing them.

[whatsupcroc]

What kind of things?

[demonbloodblade]

People. A feeling of belonging. A sense that I might have found a place where I fit in, instead of spending time in the wilderness because people see my face and think I'm a monster and I can't even sleep in a stable, much less a real room.

My god - the god I worship - is the god of guardians and protectors. I can do that here, and it's something I'm good at, and needed for.

It might not be a lot to some people, but for me... that's something I've wanted for a long, long time.