Emporio's voice cracks as the words spill out, and if it were a more cognizant Emporio, an 'older' version perhaps, he might seek out a hug. Instead he's holding himself, curled there and shaking. "...They were just 'in his way'... ...Th...that's all we were to him...Th...It's been...years...and I can still see..."

It's a mess to try and say it, but it's easier to whisper this- "...you really won't..?"