[ Ephemera hums. He's not entirely sure what to do with this moment, with this man. These days he's trying to be helpful, to offer out what aid he can, but he feels like he doesn't always go about it the right way. It felt easier with his family, with people he knows better. Strangers are a blank slate. And there are so many ways for things to go wrong. ]
I was in prison, too.
[ It wasn't a good time. Ephemera tips his head to the side. ]
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I was in prison, too.
[ It wasn't a good time. Ephemera tips his head to the side. ]
What's your name?