Tamara folded her arms and looked at me teasingly. "Oh, is that how it's going to be huh? Ok, I see how it is." Her teasing demeanour then instantly switched to embarrassment as she gave way and I could now see what was on the table.
It was a picture of Sigfried and her when they were kids. Probably about ten to eleven. It was crumpled up and looked slightly damaged, which Tamara explained.
"Francesca and I had a small disagreement after the siege assault the other month. She told me I was too good for her brother and that I should discard everything I had that reminded me of him… And I did, for a few hours. However, I… I just couldn't. He might hate me, but I… My life has changed too fast, I don't like it.
The little party today made me remember his last birthday, it was just the three of us on a scout mission… It was nice… I… Sorry, I shouldn't bother you with this today of all days, I'll go."
