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Emile wasn't really sure he wanted to share, and yet some part of him was desperate to offload, to get all the weight he carried off his chest. He was silent for a moment considering. Finally when he spoke it was hesitant and he avoided either of the pair's gazes. "Jjjjjust a former friend I-i-i-i-i-i h...urt." And while that was true, Emile was too far gone to really understand the complexity of the situation. He had hurt Bowen but if that had been all he might not have felt so scared of her if her words hadn't also wounded him, deeply, cutting right into his worst fear and validating it, validating the downward spiral of his mental state.

He would latch further onto the next part of the conversation, nodding and finally lifting his gaze. "Mmmmmy f-f-f-f-father was one of the ffffffounding mem-mem...bers. He ran the pack befffffore Artorias took ov...er."


"Emile"