When we were children. [He remembered the Boy's Academy he attended, he remembered when he first spotted Magda, working alongside her mother as a maid. She hadn't had the privilege of education he'd had, at least not then. He remembered the blond boy who'd shoved an elbow into his ribs and told him 'trash loves trash.']
She...[It was too much to tell. The words froze in his throat, though he could see them in his mind. And before he could think better, he reached up and pulled the helmet off, all without looking at Charles.]
[Spam] oh I thought there woul be a pantsless party :c
She...[It was too much to tell. The words froze in his throat, though he could see them in his mind. And before he could think better, he reached up and pulled the helmet off, all without looking at Charles.]