Call me stubborn, but I'd like to try on my own. Like... [A small pause as he tries to find the right words.] A gift to you, in a way.
[He glances away a little embarrassed.
Making something from his own village... He hasn't even thought of trying ever since that fateful day. There was a time he tried to grasp and remember everything he had learned, wrote them down so he wouldn't lose them forever. His entire house had been completely turned into ash with barely anything, not even a scrap left, so all he had was his memories. But actually trying to recreate anything... He was only nine and everyday he regretted not paying more attention so he only had guesses, and then eventually it just felt hopeless and painful so he had just hid everything away. And that was when things were still "fresh." The chances of him remembering anything now...?
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[A small, wistful smile.]
Call me stubborn, but I'd like to try on my own. Like... [A small pause as he tries to find the right words.] A gift to you, in a way.
[He glances away a little embarrassed.
Making something from his own village... He hasn't even thought of trying ever since that fateful day. There was a time he tried to grasp and remember everything he had learned, wrote them down so he wouldn't lose them forever. His entire house had been completely turned into ash with barely anything, not even a scrap left, so all he had was his memories. But actually trying to recreate anything... He was only nine and everyday he regretted not paying more attention so he only had guesses, and then eventually it just felt hopeless and painful so he had just hid everything away. And that was when things were still "fresh." The chances of him remembering anything now...?
Maybe if he used a bauble he'd have a chance.]
But if I get stuck I'll come to you.