[ He leans in closer, tugging his shirt down. It's different, seeing baby pictures. Wondering what that must've been like, to grow up with blood family around. Sometimes Ephemera thinks he remembers a woman with dark hair, a woman in uniform, but he's not certain if that's a real memory or something he made up, the kind of story orphans tell themselves to fill in the gasp. Either way, this is real. This was Drake's life. ]
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[ He leans in closer, tugging his shirt down. It's different, seeing baby pictures. Wondering what that must've been like, to grow up with blood family around. Sometimes Ephemera thinks he remembers a woman with dark hair, a woman in uniform, but he's not certain if that's a real memory or something he made up, the kind of story orphans tell themselves to fill in the gasp. Either way, this is real. This was Drake's life. ]
You were tiny, man.