[Otto drains the rest of his glass, and takes the bottle to pour another. With his hands, not claws, though the temptation is there. When he speaks again, he keeps his eyes on it.]
...I feel as though I only really began to reckon with it since getting here. I was...ill, for some time afterwards. Didn't even go to her funeral.
[Putting it that way is far too generous to himself, but...this isn't about him.]
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[Otto drains the rest of his glass, and takes the bottle to pour another. With his hands, not claws, though the temptation is there. When he speaks again, he keeps his eyes on it.]
...I feel as though I only really began to reckon with it since getting here. I was...ill, for some time afterwards. Didn't even go to her funeral.
[Putting it that way is far too generous to himself, but...this isn't about him.]