[ The last time he had spoken of his family, it'd been in much more rougher circumstances. So it isn't something he cares to do all that often, also considering the nature of their passing.

But, their personalities have been easily committed to memory. His lips curl into a downwards frown, though he begins to speak anyway, the look in his eyes nostalgic, and wistful. ]

My parents were hard-working people. They loved their children well—myself and my sister. My sister was resourceful and dependable. Another, a childhood friend who was like family, happened to be headstrong and kind.

[ Because she was his fiancée. Though he finds himself unwilling to say that at this time. Due to the tragedies that had occurred to them and himself, his existence is as it is. Even if all those who have wronged him and his family have been brutally taken care of by his own hands. ]

We all did our best to support one another. In the end, they are all unforgettable, precious people whose memories will not be lost as long as I live. [ ... ] Tell me about yours in turn.