C110 Because we are all lonely children we seem to know each other

"Oh right, don't just talk about me, what about you? I've already told you so many things, and you want to tell me some of your past as well.

"Me? "What is there to say." Zorn lowered his eyes and stared at the glint of rice as his mind wandered.

Yes, the events of her youth, what was there to say, were all grey fragments, except for the turning point in meeting her