[Ironically, Damian is the opposite. The place he lived when he was a child wasn't very nice exactly. The location was fine. The situation wasn't. Instead of having a beautiful place turn sour, he had a sour place turn beautiful.
The memories are bittersweet, and Damian frowns in understanding of it. Turkieye, of course... Turkey, and that reminds him of the Middle East, something he's particularly fond of being half himself. The things Mahmut had been wearing in the well.] Like the Ottomans. [He assumes Mahmut's world might be an alternate form of his own world, kind of like Elizabeth's.] It sounds nice.
I want to show you something, if you're not too busy hunting.
he is!!
The memories are bittersweet, and Damian frowns in understanding of it. Turkieye, of course... Turkey, and that reminds him of the Middle East, something he's particularly fond of being half himself. The things Mahmut had been wearing in the well.] Like the Ottomans. [He assumes Mahmut's world might be an alternate form of his own world, kind of like Elizabeth's.] It sounds nice.
I want to show you something, if you're not too busy hunting.