[He wasn't born in the hospital, after all, even if it feels like he spent his entire life there. It's hard to remember, sometimes, that there were days before then, even if they've all but been pressed into nothingness, drowned by the far more potent things he can remember - tests, and broken windows, and the lab coats of doctors flapping behind them like bleached-white bat's wings as they ran after the boy who streaked across the grass in bare and bloodied feet.]
Forms and stuff. Lots of numbers and letters. I was old enough to be able to read it.
[He's simplifying the story somewhat, for her benefit. Kids grow up knowing their birthdays, courtesy of whoever raises them.]
[Given what he already knows, he doubts Ren was ever treated with enough affection from an adult to be imparted with that sort of information.]
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[He wasn't born in the hospital, after all, even if it feels like he spent his entire life there. It's hard to remember, sometimes, that there were days before then, even if they've all but been pressed into nothingness, drowned by the far more potent things he can remember - tests, and broken windows, and the lab coats of doctors flapping behind them like bleached-white bat's wings as they ran after the boy who streaked across the grass in bare and bloodied feet.]
Forms and stuff. Lots of numbers and letters. I was old enough to be able to read it.
[He's simplifying the story somewhat, for her benefit. Kids grow up knowing their birthdays, courtesy of whoever raises them.]
[Given what he already knows, he doubts Ren was ever treated with enough affection from an adult to be imparted with that sort of information.]