Combeferre shook his head. “There were four of us in total. Myself, two sisters, and the youngest, my brother.” It was always a bit strange, thinking of his family, even before he had found himself in Darrow. He had not seen any of them in years, and as time had progressed, he had shared less and less of his life in his letters. When so many of one’s activities were illegal and radical, telling some of the most seemingly simple stories had to be a careful process. “We were always close, though I fear I did not appreciate them properly until after I left home."
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Date: 2013-11-21 03:46 am (UTC)