[The sudden concession has Firo staring slackjawed. Not many people actually listen to his squawkings--especially not enough to change their mind about something.
Maybe this shadow isn't such a jerk.
Firo ducks his head, embarrassed.]
Uh, right--remind you? Lemme see...
[So the shadow doesn't recall if he was a kid, right? Firo frowns; he doesn't like reflecting that far back on his past. But there are some bearable memories...
The scene changes so that they're in the middle of a street in the town. A kid with bright red hair brandished a broom handle, and a scowling teenager pitches a ball to him. The kid hits it, and a much smaller Firo races after it.]
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Maybe this shadow isn't such a jerk.
Firo ducks his head, embarrassed.]
Uh, right--remind you? Lemme see...
[So the shadow doesn't recall if he was a kid, right? Firo frowns; he doesn't like reflecting that far back on his past. But there are some bearable memories...
The scene changes so that they're in the middle of a street in the town. A kid with bright red hair brandished a broom handle, and a scowling teenager pitches a ball to him. The kid hits it, and a much smaller Firo races after it.]
That jogging your memory?