"It is all right. I was best off alone, after all. And things didn't get especially sour until the...altercation. At our father's funeral." Sometimes memories of his life in the Waking before the Ritual are a little difficult to discern or recall. But the big ones are always present and ready for retrieval. Such as said funeral and whatever happened there.

Micolash sighs and leans down so he can rest on his folded arms. Henry wastes no time ambling over and flopping into the crook of those arms, reaching up one white paw to bat at the overhead handle of the man's cage. "I still don't even know what I did wrong. But ah well. It is the past and another lifetime ago besides. What does it matter anymore?" Maybe realizing he should switch the subject to something a little less dreary, he asks, "What of you? Any siblings by way of blood?"