August 1998.

1998 is what that year was for you. In Japan, it was Heisei 10. For us, it was year 127 of the Cycle of the Rat King. I don't like the number 127. It's ugly. It's prime, and I don't like prime numbers; the fact that they can only be formed by one and themselves makes them seem almost... narcissistic, somehow, to me. Or maybe I just don't like prime numbers because August of year 127 was the month my brother went missing.

How to describe Thomas? I guess one word would be... safe. Not unhappy, but quiet.