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[The human's voice is faint to his ears, and he almost misses the question entirely. Tavros's mind is too occupied with wishing he was anywhere but here and with trying to push away the memories that he'd been trying desperately to forget. He's being spoken to, though, and it seems to help a little. His face emerges from behind his hands for a second as though he might look at the speaker, but it vanishes when suddenly he sobs wetly again.]

I-Yes. ...N-no.

[His teeth are chattering too much for him to really speak. ]