[Yes, he was acutely aware of what was likely preventing her from frequenting that establishment, nor did he blame her. There were other sources for water, but they were all questionable- the sea had to have been polluted with all the items it had conveyed to the shore and Mortis Lake- aside from the unfortunate name -was in an area that shifted radically from being teeming with life to a barren wasteland. Could you really trust either source? With her casual stance, you would never know what a tragic existence she'd had.
Mentally he tried to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. Personally, he hated constant reminders to the events that had irreversibly altered his life (In some instances he even had such reminders demolished), so why should she be any different (It might have done her a world of good to blow her bridge to smithereens... but she didn't seen willing or able to take that step yet). As an odd yet silent gesture of courtesy he wouldn't bring up her past again.]
Essentially. [The Market Street was in large part a catalyst for these efforts] A shame those people aren't here now, I could use them to put this thing together.
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Mentally he tried to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. Personally, he hated constant reminders to the events that had irreversibly altered his life (In some instances he even had such reminders demolished), so why should she be any different (It might have done her a world of good to blow her bridge to smithereens... but she didn't seen willing or able to take that step yet). As an odd yet silent gesture of courtesy he wouldn't bring up her past again.]
Essentially. [The Market Street was in large part a catalyst for these efforts] A shame those people aren't here now, I could use them to put this thing together.