FREMINET, AN UNFAMILIAR NAME AS WELL. he hadn't recalled hearing it from anyone he knew until this moment and, when he speaks of fontaine, it makes sense given he has never stepped foot within that place himself in his travels for the knights. when he speaks about organization, however, it's what causes kaeya to quirk the slighest brow, especially as the other feels pain in restricting it. so it was something more secret, a feeling he understands given everything he has also kept close to him for, only a few others knowing well of his origins whether by an admission in guilt or confiding in them and trusting their secrecy.
❝ Fontaine? I've never been there, but I've heard it's quite the beautiful destination. Of course, news spread of the incident, but... ❞ that being the prophecy that had been meant to come to pass and all that had surrounded it in that moment. though, at the mention of his siblings not being related, he cannot help but soften at how strangely familiar it all feels, especially with how he seems content to be a part of that family. ❝ As for your siblings... even if they aren't related by blood, that doesn't lessen the bond between you two. They're your siblings just as much as any other. ❞
whatever is plaguing the boy seems to keep rerouting itself back to his family. and, although kaeya seems reluctant at first, he cannot help but relate to the younger boy with every sentence that pours from his mouth.
❝ ... you, too, huh? ❞ not exactly his mother, but himself, speaking it out loud a strange compulsion he can't quite put his finger on. ❝ When I was younger, I was left behind by my father who went to go and get some juice. He never came back... ❞ he would spin that tale to freminet, albeit with the consequence of a sharp pain shooting out form beneath his eyepatch. it makes him wince just a little bit, only the slightest bit of foliage peeking out from underneath the leather article to relay his little, white lie.
nor does kaeya realize it just yet, kneeling down to be face to face with the blond. ❝ It's alright. She was important to you, right? Say, why don't you tell me some things you remember about her, ❞ he chimes, figuring it might help aid in whatever the other is trying to conceal, even if he was curious about what it all amounted to be hidden.