Silvio was quiet for a time as they walked. He could hear and smell the anger from Su-jin. That told him so much about what kind of person he was more than anything else ever could have. And it honestly meant a lot to him. He just...needed a moment to gather himself. For immortals, even one as young as he was in comparison, a decade was barely any time at all to heal from such a loss.

"They were good people. I was orphaned when I was barely able to even walk. The pack took me in and raised me until I was old enough to decide what I wanted for my life. I chose them. We only ever helped travels lost in the woods and hunted forest animals..."

He didn't need to tell Su-jin that but he wanted to. It felt...right.