“No. They came upon me…more suddenly and later in life.”
Arik frowned. “So, you were born in Romania, grew up, had to walk to Bucharest. Don’t they have cars? Trains? Why did you…Could you not afford…And they’re all dead? How? And you had to get here. And that would be…How didyou get here?”
Blaze clucked his tongue. “You really don’t listen to instructions, do you?”
“Sorry, but…”