Lillith shook her head, taking in all he said. â€œMaybe he did,â€ she responded, biting her lip as she saw the images of items she had come across. â€œMy dad said he was a paranoid man, always afraid people would stab him in the back. That part makes sense to me now, though. He was so distant because he probably wasnâ€™t even there-where Iâ€™m from. He wasnâ€™t hoarded up alone, he had a whole other world.â€<br/><br/>She laughed dryly, fingering the cup again, trying to remember something, anything. Something that might alert her to why he wouldnâ€™t have left her something. She felt like the reason was floating in the recesses of her mind, fluttering just beyond her reach. She felt a sudden emptiness inside of her for reasons she couldnâ€™t understand. It bothered her how close she seemed to something, that if she focused-<br/><br/>â€œNothing,â€ she muttered, shaking her head. â€œI canâ€™t seem to remember a reason. I feel like I had a clue for a second, but then it was gone.â€ She once again adjusted the jacket, peering out into the now darkness. It was bringing with it a slight wind that carried the echoes of distant commands and yells. A world unlike hers. It felt so strange the way he had said â€œYour worldâ€, as if it were the one that hadnâ€™t existed to anyone till now. A choked sob caught for just a moment as her earlier shock and adrenaline faded from her system. Would she ever be able to get back home? See her family? Amidst her thoughts, she yawned slightly, suddenly feeling very drained and tired. â€œIs this where you stay all the time? Do you have any friends?â€ she inquired casually, trying to not drift off. She stopped herself from adding and â€˜otherâ€™ before friends, assuming it was too early to lump herself into that category.