"Neat. Thanks." Is the only response you elicit from Ticket as return holding an armful of canned food. After setting back to Titan's Nest and rummaging through the half-burnt down houses of what once was the village, they're all you could find. He spares you half a glance as you drop the cans onto the floor next to him, but his gaze remains firm on whatever he has in his hands.

Shakily, you stammer out that you saw a dead body in one of the many buildings you'd searched, but he cuts you off before you can finish, voice uncharacteristically cold and vacant.

"So did I. You're not special." The glare you give him practically burns into the back of his head, caught off guard by his attitide. An natural snappiness fills his tone, and even as you try to repeat what you were saying, he barely lets you get a word in.

"Wow, great. Do you want a medal? Why don't you just tell me all about it. It'll make me feel so awesome."

Leaning over his shoulder, you manage to get a good look at what exactly he's holding. A... picture frame? The photo lies loosely in it's cracked frame, half of it charred. In the middle of it is him, looking uncomfortable. Two older objects stand next to him on each side.

"My parents weren't good people. I hated them. I always fantasised about leaving them behind. They hurt me. A lot. I wanted them gone. I wanted them dead." Only now do you recognise exactly where you are. Infront of both of you is the cluttered remains of a house, collapsed and broken from all the chaos that happened the day before. It's... his house.

"I got what I wanted. So why do I feel so terrible?" Vaguely, is he trembling, thoughts clashing in his head as he stares at the shattered image of his parents. The bruise on the back of his head... something tells you it wasn't the fire that gave it to him.