[He swallows again, and blinks a few times, clearing his eyes of moisture and pulling himself together.
It's the last thing my mother gave to me... thanks.
[The teen tucks the toy into his shirt pocket. His mother was lost to him, he had no pictures of her... his memories of her were shaky... but he had the one little gift to try and cling to one bit of normalcy his life had.
He picks up his dynamite off the floor, and reaches back to tuck the sticks away in his belt along with the rest]
PPPPFT SLANDER AND LIES
It's the last thing my mother gave to me... thanks.
[The teen tucks the toy into his shirt pocket. His mother was lost to him, he had no pictures of her... his memories of her were shaky... but he had the one little gift to try and cling to one bit of normalcy his life had.
He picks up his dynamite off the floor, and reaches back to tuck the sticks away in his belt along with the rest]