"Everyone always talked about it. I...wanted to know what happened." Steve nods though. It was very hard to learn. Hard to learn how many lives had been lost on every side. Hard to learn about the truth behind those concentration camps. And what made him feel worst of all, was that learning what happened to his friend hurt more than any of it did. He was human too, and knowing that he'd lose a friend cut deeper than the sadness of a nation or of an entire race. It made him feel sick, selfish, and empty.

"You have? Which parts? I'm from Brooklyn, it's a neighborhood in New York City. There's a lot of Irish immigrants there when I"m from and it's a poor neighborhood, but we always got by. After my Ma died Buck invited me to live with his family. I was too proud then, so he moved in with me instead. We had to work real hard to get by but it was worth it. We'd go see a movie every now and again when we had a couple of extra dimes. Head down to the pier when the weather was nice. It was busy even then, but I've seen it from Miss Siri's pictures. It's crazy now. So many lights and big screens and so many people."

He wishes he could live there, even. Any version of his home even if its' not the exact time and version as the one he came from.

"Though it's not so much Irish that are considered a minority anymore, I guess."