<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-family: Lucida Calligraphy;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Harold the Archivist</div></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Harold saw the boy struggling with his memories and he give him a reassuring hug from the side with one arm. He didn't want to disturb his work of cutting up bread and meat for them to share as breakfast. He knew that the boy had a rough life, and he wondered sometimes if perhaps he did a good enough job at keeping those memories at bay. He had always encouraged Earl to come to terms with their deaths, but he never seemed to be able to always insisting on seeking out vengeance. He didn't want the boy to completely forget his roots. They were as much a part of him as his training here in the archives was, or his hair color. To forget his past which formed him into who he stood in front of him as today was criminal. And Harold knew if none of it had happened, he'd be sitting here a lonely old man with no one.<br/><br/>The old man reached up in his thoughts and touched a set of rings he always wore around his neck. A small golden band, another the same size with a small diamond, and a larger one that matched the gold band rested on his finger. It brought some comfort to him to hold onto them. And it was part of the reason why he kept trying to convince Earl to find someone he loved and settle. The love of a woman could change a man and change his intentions too. Harold thought perhaps if he could find the kind of love that he and his late wife Millie had shared, then he wouldn't hurt so badly from wounds that Harold wasn't able to heal.<br/><br/>He let a slight smile tug at his lips as he looked up at the young man's face and changed subject to a less tense and worrisome one.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Do you remember Millie?"</span>He asked him unsure if he was too small to remember. Harold had still been married to his late wife when he'd taken little Earl in. She'd loved him just as dearly as the old man did. And they'd both seen Earl as a blessing for they weren't able to have children of their own. She would've made a natural mother. She used to check on Earl at all hours of the night and would sit with him pulled into her lap and rock him as a child.<span style="color: #00FF00">"She loved you so much."</span>He said. He often thought of her when he got stressed and it seemed she'd been on his mind a lot lately. It was evidenced in how he would talk, the picture of the lovely woman he held on his desk, and how he would hold the rings around his neck every so often. She'd taken ill and died around a half a year after they'd gotten Earl.