Of course, there's more of a remembrance of the past.
That's how people are, many seemingly important memories get covered in dust over time, and only when you encounter something or see something, do they suddenly come rushing back to you, like a tide of recollection washes over the shore, unveiling that almost unfamiliar past before your eyes.
The street youth from Florence had turned into his current form, with forbidden blood flowing through his veins, wielding steel and flame.
"You're still young; the Lower City District is not a place for you."
"Then where can I go?" Em said.
His voice carried a slight tremor; Lorenzo knew this child was trying to restrain his fear. But hearing his answer, Lorenzo was slightly moved. He realized he had said too much. If Em had somewhere to go back to, he wouldn't be in the Lower City District, nor would he be here.
Silence, Lorenzo felt he had talked enough nonsense. He needed to catch up with that group of people now.
