A long time ago, I think. It's hard to keep track. When I'm not here, things are... bad, mostly.

[ Hugo would much rather think of good things than bad, though. Thinking of bad things usually brings them, after all, and without Amicia or Mother here, he isn't sure what could happen. ]

Mother has roses in her garden, too. She uses them for tea, mostly. Well, parts of them, anyway.