[It does sound lonely — a lonely place, a lonely thing to go through. And even while the camera’s screen transitions to the photo of an expanse of stars, V cannot help but think the vastness of space only accentuates this feeling, a big wide world that encompasses small existences.
It’s beautiful, though. The question promotes a lingering silence out of V, and he hands the camera back without looking at him.]
My father and mother died when I was young. [Leaning back in his chair again, his posture is more of a tired slouch than what it was before.] A sad backstory, but certainly not unique.
[He shears away the details so that he doesn’t have to go into them.]
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It’s beautiful, though. The question promotes a lingering silence out of V, and he hands the camera back without looking at him.]
My father and mother died when I was young. [Leaning back in his chair again, his posture is more of a tired slouch than what it was before.] A sad backstory, but certainly not unique.
[He shears away the details so that he doesn’t have to go into them.]
Not like your story.