[ six falls silent yet again as he contemplates his answer. this time, his gaze is diverted to the ground, as if it holds the key to stringing words together. it doesn't at all, but he doesn't keep his eyes away from it. when he finally speaks, his voice just sounds so far away— ]

I'm not quite certain. I was never given the chance to ask.

[ not even his own father's journal holds the answer to that, no matter how many times he read it over and over. ]

They simply called me a monster and left it at that. [ ... ] I suppose it does not matter so much anymore. It's all in the past, after all.