Trafalgar understood that Cynthia was trying to trust him.
She wanted to tell him what had happened back then, and because of that, he did not interrupt. He only stayed where he was, sitting beside her while the train moved through the storm and the white noise outside pressed against the closed curtain.
Cynthia kept her head on his shoulder as she spoke.
"As I told you, we didn't always live in the orphanage. We never had a father, but we had Mom. Bartholomew and I had her. It was the three of us, and we were inseparable."
Her voice was quiet, but clear enough for him to hear over the rumble of the train.
"We lived in a village that was somewhat close to Velkaris when we were little. Bartholomew and I are the same age. Our mother was alone, and in the village where we lived, storms were completely normal. Back then, I wasn't scared of them. The one who was always scared was Bartholomew."
Trafalgar listened, his back resting against the seat.
"I imagine he still is."
