[ alfyn is tactile by nature, and open to his own vulnerability - he will hold iwatooshi's hand, squeezing tight and using it as an anchor for a moment. ]

... I helped someone, back home. Someone that was badly hurt, and would've died from it. Another apothecary found him, first, and asked him what kinda person he was. He figured out quick that he was dangerous, and lyin' to him, so he left him for dead.

But I helped him. And he - he lied to me, said he had kids to feed and get back to. He wanted to live for 'em. Once he was healed, he kidnapped a kid from the nearby village for ransom and insurance, nearly killed him 'cause he was gettin' tired of listenin' to him cry - just this poor, helpless kid, man.

Told me the wrong number of mouths he had to feed, when I asked what the hell he was doin', and I caught him in his lie.

I had to kill him, after I'd spent sleepless nights over him to make sure he was on the mend. After I trusted him. I've killed people before, but I've never liked it, never took joy in it, like some people do. I had to, 'cause he would've kept hurtin' other people - and that little boy could've died.

[ he's crying, now, grief as much as it is bitterness, frustration. ]

And... and in that false memory, he betrayed me again, 'cause I didn't remember the first time. And a little girl had to die in my arms for it.