They're... [ Mary swallows, hard. No, he's right. Of course they're important. There were some things she'd kept close, like her mother's keys, safe around her neck. Seto's jacket. The things she'd lost had been reminders of her friends, those who were still here, and those who had... disappeared. She manages a nod, doing her best not to bite down on her lip as his palm passes over her hair. Her mother had used to do that... ]
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... You lost your home more than once?
[ Yes, focus on that. ]