When his father asked him where he got the bruise on his face from, he just kept quiet. He didn’t tell his father how he went back into dungeon delving after he thought about it for some time, with a bunch of strangers he’d never met before. He didn’t tell his father that some of the strangers were particularly mean spirited and kicked him around once they entered the Dungeon. He didn’t tell his father anything. When his father asked how he got the long gash on his back, he just kept quiet. He didn’t tell his father that the group he went with didn’t pay attention to him as he was attacked from behind. He didn’t tell his father they barely even looked at his wound before continuing onward. He didn’t tell his father anything. When his father asked what happened to his hand, he just kept quiet. He didn’t tell his father that he had been slow in picking up the soul stones. He didn’t tell his father that one of the adventurers crushed his hand as he reached for another soul stone. He didn’t tell his father anything. When his father asked him how he injured his rib, he just kept quiet. He didn’t tell his father that he fell down and that the adventurers got angry. He didn’t tell his father that while he was getting all his supplies back in order, that one of them kicked him in the ribs, hard. He didn’t tell his father anything. When his father asked him why he was crying, he just kept quiet. He didn’t tell his father that he was tired of being pushed around. He didn’t tell his father that he felt like quitting the supporting life, but stayed out of sheer stubbornness. He didn’t tell his father anything.
