Kakashi's fingertips tightened a little around his cup, the warmth seeping through his covered palms as he stared down into the darkened contents. His father, his mother.. this women knew them both, and knew them well from the way she spoke about them.
His mother had died giving birth to him; Sakumo hadn't liked to talk about her all that often, and Kakashi didn't ask. In his youth he was of the belief that there was no point missing something you never had... but in his older years, he'd come to crave the knowledge of what she was like. Only then it was too late. His father was gone, and Tae-san was the first person he'd met who knew anything about her.
"... My mother," he started, his words slow and careful. "She came in here too?"
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His mother had died giving birth to him; Sakumo hadn't liked to talk about her all that often, and Kakashi didn't ask. In his youth he was of the belief that there was no point missing something you never had... but in his older years, he'd come to crave the knowledge of what she was like. Only then it was too late. His father was gone, and Tae-san was the first person he'd met who knew anything about her.
"... My mother," he started, his words slow and careful. "She came in here too?"