Talking about dragons and their insomnia needs is easier than talking about himself. Even the invasion is easier, but he's already realizing that this place is about the person and not the life they've lived.
Yet it feels good to talk about it, to have it recognized there's things they've let behind. The few people he's spoken to already seem more focused on here than on there, wherever their homes are.
He nods at the question though. "Yeah, I do. A lots changed for me personally so yeah, I remember. I sometimes wonder if my little brother does. I mean, he's not that young but feels like lifetimes between then and now."
Matt had learned to be a soldier, had dealt with things even his older brothers hadn't. One day the war would be over and yet it's already hard to think about going back to some kind of semblance of what had been normal.
"Yeah, all you can do is keep going. No sense if giving up." Which is what his plan is here, even if he's pretty damn sure he's going to end up in the zoo place they talked about. Outside of the 2nd Mass he hasn't dealt with many that dealt with the spikes with anything more than mocking and hatred.
He winces though at that, making a face. "Really hope they haven't. I wouldn't wish it on anyone." Much as he embraces his spikes and what he can do because of them, he definitely hopes no one here can really relate.
Part of him wants to hide it as long as he can, keep the secret until he gets to know people more. Part of him knows that's a mistake that is likely to start a fight depending on a person's reaction.
"Because I've been through some things and I still bear the marks from it. They're not sexy, they're not hot, and they mean..." He straightens, hand tightening on the strap of his rifle like a security blanket. "That I'm not entirely as human as I was born." Maybe they're not permanent, and he's not a hybrid like Lexi but it's the easiest way to explain them.
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Yet it feels good to talk about it, to have it recognized there's things they've let behind. The few people he's spoken to already seem more focused on here than on there, wherever their homes are.
He nods at the question though. "Yeah, I do. A lots changed for me personally so yeah, I remember. I sometimes wonder if my little brother does. I mean, he's not that young but feels like lifetimes between then and now."
Matt had learned to be a soldier, had dealt with things even his older brothers hadn't. One day the war would be over and yet it's already hard to think about going back to some kind of semblance of what had been normal.
"Yeah, all you can do is keep going. No sense if giving up." Which is what his plan is here, even if he's pretty damn sure he's going to end up in the zoo place they talked about. Outside of the 2nd Mass he hasn't dealt with many that dealt with the spikes with anything more than mocking and hatred.
He winces though at that, making a face. "Really hope they haven't. I wouldn't wish it on anyone." Much as he embraces his spikes and what he can do because of them, he definitely hopes no one here can really relate.
Part of him wants to hide it as long as he can, keep the secret until he gets to know people more. Part of him knows that's a mistake that is likely to start a fight depending on a person's reaction.
"Because I've been through some things and I still bear the marks from it. They're not sexy, they're not hot, and they mean..." He straightens, hand tightening on the strap of his rifle like a security blanket. "That I'm not entirely as human as I was born." Maybe they're not permanent, and he's not a hybrid like Lexi but it's the easiest way to explain them.