[But this Childe does not know about permanent memshare--and even if he did, there's nothing he can do about it. Rosamund can have a glimpse of several people who look very similar to Childe--a couple of them older than him, and three quite a bit younger--all looking at him with fear and disgust in their eyes as he's dragged away by some royal guards.
On the bright side, this is definitely not actually her kingdom. It's just some random place. There's a portrait of King Wrio on the palace walls somewhere.]
She frowns at this memshare, at the cadre of siblings and the guards who haul him away. It doesn't explain why, but it gives context for the anxiety around it.]
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[But this Childe does not know about permanent memshare--and even if he did, there's nothing he can do about it. Rosamund can have a glimpse of several people who look very similar to Childe--a couple of them older than him, and three quite a bit younger--all looking at him with fear and disgust in their eyes as he's dragged away by some royal guards.
On the bright side, this is definitely not actually her kingdom. It's just some random place. There's a portrait of King Wrio on the palace walls somewhere.]
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She frowns at this memshare, at the cadre of siblings and the guards who haul him away. It doesn't explain why, but it gives context for the anxiety around it.]
...Were they going to be hurt? Your family?
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[Though now he's frowning at the idea of that... bad...]
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Looks down at his hands... takes a deep breath.]
The soup.
[What]
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[Buddy.]
I'm...going to need a little more to go off of, Childe.
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[What happened was that he was cursed to suffer in every lifetime for a thousand years and currently has partial amnesia about it]
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So people died after eating it. Didn't they? And you got blamed for it.
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...Yes.