Alyxander tried to remain tough and not let his sadness show through, but to Kate it had been obvious. She knew him too well. Alyx should have known she'd catch onto it quickly. He glanced to her as she spoke, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "My parents had nothing to give to me. And all that had been theirs or mine was destroyed in the house fire that had killed them." He murmured sorrowfully. "They were always so b-busy, trying to make ends meet, trying to earn enough to be able to keep me happy and healthy. I barely saw them except for meals and celebrations. But eventually they stopped taking part in such festivities, as work was scarce." He wasn't really speaking to Kate, more of talking to himself really.<br/><br/>Alyx's gaze rose a bit as Kate mentioned dancing and how it was similar to the footwork in sword-fighting. "I had once learned that dance, the one from that box you'd shown me moments ago." He whispered softly, his voice weak and quiet from sadness. "My parents had taught me it when I was just a boy, a child. I.... I can't remember it now though. It has long since become forgotten."