"Aye... my Mum." he held the coffee in both of his hands, blowing on it's contents a few times before taking the first sip. "Adopted Mum, anyway. She and my adopted father could not have any children of their own for... certain reasons. So when I was "restored", I knew absolutely nothing. I was like a baby in an adult body, and they took it upon themselves to raise me as best they could."
There was a small smile forming upon his lips. "I love them dearly. They did not have to take me in or care for me, but they did. Though my Mum has a terrible habit of smothering me. She's frightened I could be taken advantage of easily or manipulated."
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