Avery nodded, clearly listening tentatively. “Indeed.” He responded bluntly and shortly to what he said, but it summed up his agreement. “I imagine someone who recovers their memory after suffering amnesia, especially if spanning a very vast amount of their life, can wind up seeming as two different people entirely.” He said definitively. “We are shaped by what we live through, indeed, although genetic code determines how we may cope or react to those events. Although people can change, there are some things we are naturally inclined to do and deal with things down to a genetic basis. There are some things we cannot help, which only really adds to how fascinating it is, in my opinion.”
“Yes, I suppose you would be correct.” Avery stated. “Newness can catch many off guard, or deter them completely. However, then you have those who may feel awkward about the newness of something but still be intrigued by it.” He said, not bothering to add that he was living proof of how people might react when even they simply saw something new or out of the ordinary. “It can be intimidating to some.” He acknowledged, and then blinked at the man’s slight teasing of himself.
“Many do this.” He suddenly said curtly and nodded. “Apologize constantly for any such thing when there is no need for it. Rest assured you are not alone in that.” Avery said, then looked off a little to the sun that was almost beneath the horizon at this point, his orange eyes shimmering and taking a bit kindly to the darker atmosphere the setting dusk provided- although he could see fine in the light, it was a bit harsh, and when he could see just as well in the dark, it became a preference of sorts.
“Again. You needn’t worry much. I have my own social oddities. Most aren’t felt terribly welcomed by me.” He said, eyes leering back to Laurent.
“And some habits I have that I suppose can be off putting. But there is not much I can do- or rather, care to do, to change this.” He finalized, thinking about his own words for a moment. It brought back the conversation only slightly earlier, having to do with events that shaped a person and also how they were genetically wired. It made him ponder on what he might be like if he led an entirely different life; how had he been brought up? What would have remained the same about him, and what was there that he couldn’t change no matter what? Some of the orphanage workers had told him how much life had “hardened” him at such a young age and how it was a shame to see. It was a question he could never possibly know the answer to; yet it was interesting to debate internally, all the same.
