Kaden didn't want to think about his brothers brains pickled in drink.
Even though he'd brought it up.
He was such a hypocrite really.
He stopped picking at the rosemary, looking down at his scented fingertips, and frowned at it. Rosemary was memory, right? He'd read that in one of the books upstairs. Ugh. He wiped his fingers off on his hoodie and stepped away from the box, which made him step toward Merlin, but he didn't sit down yet.
"What battles've you seen?" he asked, because he was a machoistic idiot, still skimming along the edge of his memories even though they were sharp enough to slice him right open. Yeah, ask the wizard to talk about, like, war. That'll be a fun time. Idiot.