"I cannot understand their worry, sometimes." He took another sip of the coffee, his eyes now looking down into the mug he held. Dolemeck's eyes were an unusual green in color, the pupils looking like that of a cat at times. "I am not allowed to live on my own, despite how hard I tried in Manhattan. I was on my way to visit my parents to plead with them to let me live on my own, that I can manage living in a place without any help. But... well, the demons side-tracked my journey, and now I have no reason to return to Manhattan. Well, other than to attend a funeral."
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