“Dunno. I never asked them.” he replies, admitting his own ignorance on the matter between the soldiers and their women. “Guess they must’ve been really good at getting rid of them.”

There was always that fear, wasn’t there? Of being unwanted and left behind. And how it was lorded over him, how he’d been taken in. Even when the unspeakable happened.

Clenching his fists, Guts decides he was thinking far too long about that part of his life. It’s better to keep it in the past where it belongs.

“Forget about it. I don’t know why I brought it up.”

He stares blankly at the floor, away from her. Better to bring that wall up before the kid touched a nerve.