[Scully finds herself at a loss, briefly: it feels like this is the point in the conversation where she should add some anecdotes about her own family, but there's nothing there. They're lost to her with the rest of her past.
It's a little like being orphaned. Or, perhaps more accurately, reborn.]
Mm.
[There's just one piece of lotus root left in the bowl. She scoops it up, avoiding the need to say anything by having her mouth full for a few moments, before she swallows and looks around for a place to put the bowl.]
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It's a little like being orphaned. Or, perhaps more accurately, reborn.]
Mm.
[There's just one piece of lotus root left in the bowl. She scoops it up, avoiding the need to say anything by having her mouth full for a few moments, before she swallows and looks around for a place to put the bowl.]
Thanks for the soup. It was delicious.