Li looked at Sylvie, at how her hazy red eyes seemed to glimmer, suspended in a tense space between care and caution. Care at how much she wanted to help Li, and caution because she knew nothing of him. For all she knew, she had just opened herself up to an even stronger rejection than before, but despite that, she wanted to help.
"I'll admit it was wrong of me to keep thinking in terms of you wanting to use me," said Li. He leaned his back against the room's wooden wall, his head tilting up a little as he went into remembering.
"Alright, as an apology, I'll explain what I meant, and with it, what I remember about my past. And yes, I do remember some things, but don't expect any vivid details. I'm not lying when I say none of it will help you."
