[ Sinclair blinks, leaning back into Oria. He picks out the strawberry peeps]

... yeah. I always thought it would be a nice thing to have a real home with parents to help you learn things. I know it's not always perfect or easy or even nice, but the stories always made it seem so comfortable.

[Sinclair's memories are distorted, strange and unpleasant. He doesn't have a single sibling for Sibling day and for a factory born child, that as good as saying he'd never belong anywhere. So he had retreated into books he could touch, films he could see with his own two eyes and..


Charon, it seems like we have something that doesn't belong here. He needs to be free from it. A young voices echoes out and soon the intruder rook will find themselves backed into a corner with a devastatingly strong mental grip]