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The first moment Wild remembers his family, he does not initially realize it is a memory.
It comes to him in the form of a dream - a fleeting moment of bright blue eyes that mirror his own; distant maniacal laughter; a man’s voice shouting for him to run - before he jolts awake and the overwhelming familiarity of it immediately escapes him.
Zelda is at his side in an instant, ready and waiting for him to open his heart, but he cannot even begin to think how to talk about it.
How does one grieve a face they do not recognize?